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What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Times Are A-Changin’ June 25, 2016

The world has been going through a lot of changes lately. The UK has decided to leave the EU, Game of Thrones killed some seriously important people (don’t worry, no spoilers here), and I’ve moved into a storage unit.

Yep. That’s right. All of my worldly possessions that aren’t currently in cast housing with me are in a 4.5×9 storage unit.

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It’s amazing to me that the husband and I managed to fit thirty years’ worth of our lives into that teeny tiny, precariously stacked space. But there it is. Apart from my wedding dress and a very important Winnie the Pooh print that my mom is holding on to for me, my life is in that cement room.

I won’t try to lie and say that it isn’t weird and a little scary to be moved completely out of my mom’s house, which was, after all, my home base between gigs, aside from being my childhood home. It was sort of terrible. Besides having a breakdown when I couldn’t find my cat’s headstone, just seeing my room empty was rough.

The house always felt magical to me. Aside from being giant, Victorian, and quite possibly haunted, there was just an air about. A tingle in the atmosphere that said scathingly brilliant things were about to happen. But as we started moving out, the hundreds of costumes that had been used in the Inn (the house was also an Inn that did costumed Victorian tea programs), the magic began to fade. It’s like the wardrobe to Narnia. The time has passed, and that passage to magic is gone. The gardens still have some magic in them, but the house is telling us it’s time to move on.

So we will. We’ll find new adventure in different places. Things we haven’t even dreamed of yet. And till I’m ready to hang a shingle outside my door declaring my house The Burrow, my life will remain in cement storage.

And so a new adventure begins.

And to my mother who is probably crying reading this, the house was our home. Our castle in the country. But now we will have a big city adventure. Time speeds up when you only do the same thing over and over again. Make the most out of life, and take a new path.

L’Chaim.

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One Response to “Times Are A-Changin’”

  1. […] I have a problem. It’s kind of bad and a little embarrassing. Remember that time I moved everything I own into a storage unit? […]


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