Sunday, April 22, 2012

The road goes ever on and on.

The movers will be here at 8 am tomorrow morning. I have a few boxes, mostly dishes, left to pack and a TON of stuff to take to goodwill.
My tea cup collection and my Mary Lou Goertzen china.
We can't go to church this morning because Gideon somehow contracted hand, foot and mouth. He's had a fever since Wednesday and can't be around children. It's a miracle anything is packed at all considering how clingy he is. He also can only barely walk because his feet look like this:
I would be grumpy and clingy too if that was my foot.
Yesterday friends were stopping by throughout the day to pick up various things we're getting rid of. Furniture, random kitchen stuff, bikes. It stressed Gideon out to see them take our stuff away. The bike was the hardest for him... I promised him we're getting a newer better one in Seattle, but he still got really sad as he waved "buh bah bike!" as it drove away.
Memories of bike rides from last summer.
I don't want to leave Pittsburgh. I don't want to pack up my last three pictures. I really don't want to leave my friends. I don't want to feel homeless for the next month.
The last three pictures on my wall in my bedroom.
An adventure at this exact moment isn't what I would choose. To quote Bilbo Baggins "We don't want any adventures here, thankyou!" But I'm glad that, like Bilbo, this adventure is choosing me or I would probably spend my whole life in my hobbit hole in The Shire, eating tea, cake and eggs. But my handsome Wizard, Silas, is about to carry me far over the misty mountains once again and as long as we're adventuring together I know I'll be ok. I can almost hear him saying, in Gandalf's voice "Very amusing for me, very good for you - and profitable too, very likely, if you ever get over it."
My wizard and my baby hobbit.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

-J.R.R. Tolkien
Full moon over Bloomfield.

2 comments:

  1. So sad you are leaving the "burgh. Sorry we didn't get to spend much time together. I wish you well and I hope you will keep in touch with me. tear.......... <3

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  2. Lizzie this may be the best blog post you have ever written. God keep you safe while you travel :D

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