TheBanyanTree: September 1st, and moving

[NancyIee at aol.com]

How I identify with your posting.  I move. I change, Yet, I do not  change at 
all.  I only think I do and want to with each packing and new  place.  I 
exchange my life for another, and find another place. Yet, I drag  not only the 
heirlooms, the things of value, I drag it all.  I have  cartons of unmarked 
stuff I will probably never look at again, yet I stuff it in  and take it with.  I 
also take all of me that I should discard: the  troubles and self-crap, and 
the little junk such as my grandmother's ruby-red  glassware and a few pounds 
too many.  All, just junk.
 
Perhaps, when I move and change, I want to look in the mirror and see a new  
person, as well. But, as one wise person said, my sister, "No matter where you 
 go, there you are."
 
I can change partners, but I do not dance any better.  I can change  places, 
but it's the same bookcase full of old books, old albums of the same  past,  
the same sofa and bed and little antique dressing table, the same  face in the 
mirror. I cannot get rid of any of it.
 
So, why move?  The hope, I suppose, that in the new place will be a  new me, 
a new life.
 
NancyLee



************************************** Get a sneak peek of the all-new AOL at 
http://discover.aol.com/memed/aolcom30tour