|Goodbye City Hello Suburbs|
I received this call from my dad in the morning, he said " Karen the basement flooded." All your things are ruined. I have been hoarding my things in the left corner of his basement for years. Ummmm 15 to be exact.
I swear I have tried to remove "my stuff" from his basement many, many times. What happens is I take some things out and then I go back and added more things in. Basically it's a take something out put something back in its place kinda deal. I just don't know how it happens?
He has been threatening me for years that he is going to throw everything out... and then I bought my own basement. His threat turned into "I am bringing a load of your stuff over."
To bad it wasn't
everything the important stuff.
In the great flood of 2011, I will miss:
My book collection- even the book I accidentally bought in french when I was in France
My portfolio. Years of my trained and untrained artwork.
All of my teaching materials, binders of project examples, lesson plans, worksheets and ideas. My career
(Since I stay at home I packed my classroom up and put it in his basement)
I tried to pull everything apart, I tired to put books on my painting to un-warp them, I tried to dry everything out, believe me I tired- my efforts were fruitless.
I tossed most of it and I shut the door on my past.
The most logical step is to start over, but in the eye of defeat I think I am NOT going to rewrite my whole story but rather reinvent it.
In an ever changing world I must change too.
Out with the old (even though I always treasure the old stuff) and in with the new.
To start, I will create the ideas that I have let linger...