Moving again

Moving day is almost upon me again . I have checked and rechecked the list. Utilities , Banking, boxes , uncomfortable calls to friends and family with pleas for help.
In my youth it would be a happy time even a reason for a Party or BBQ.Little time to do a Mental health check or to sit with a friend and discuss how I actual feel about moving again at this late date in my life.
Moving days seem like an endless rerun of a Previous moving day . They all seem to blend together into one long moving day.
On this day we will tell story’s from other moving days How Jimmy dropped the TV set down a flight of stairs or how bobby likes to direct and Micromanage the Move.
The worst move ,The best move, The fastest or slowest. The drunken moves of our twenties and how dinner with wine is much better then a keg with a fist fight(right).
All and all , the end will always be the same. I’ll troll around the empty house not wanting to leave while Jimmy and Bobby exchange power punches to each others shoulders and scream to me to not forget anything because; we are not coming back. At that point It will be so real and so hurtful The walls and shelving will move in to say goodbye and thanks for nothing.
Everything finally found a spot and there was a spot for everything . Nothing was in a box and now everything is boxed and sealed , Somethings will never make it out of those boxes. Some of the boxes will sit in the new garage for years until I remember how much I need the item in the box . The ice cream scooper I need only after six or seven bent spoons .My shaver which I may or may not ever use again. Some things I’ll buy new then end up with two . Some things I’ll throw away ,Then wish for them again.
Me and Dee sat and watched the TV here . Alex’s room has been empty for years but I think I can still smell him if I close my eyes and breath. My daughters walls are pink and how the house ever sold I can’t tell you but It did and Ill miss it ,pink walls and all.
Here it comes again More change more new Neighbors, More new smells ,a brand new village Idiot and all new people to learn. Oh boy here it goes again.
I think the hardest part will be the friend I’ve made that I know in my heart I will never see again. We will tell each other , I promise to call and come visit but you and I know time will sever more then half of those friends and new ones will take there place on the lower six of my friends list.
As had been said , Home is were the heart is and once again my heart will have to learn a new home, New friends ,a new life.