I was awake this morning before the sun. As I opened my eyes and adjusted to consciousness, I was filled with the absolute joy of a child who knows that this day really is Christmas. You know that magic feeling, as you slowly start to remember your name and where you exist in the world. Then, the realization dawns that downstairs there is an evergreen tree covered in tiny, twinkling colored lights.
Being reunited with familiar friends brings me a feeling of home that I have not felt in so very long. It was fun to see what was in those boxes. There are many things that I’d forgotten about. And to be completely honest, as I unwrapped handful after handful of cutlery and serving utensils, I realized it’s more than I need. But hey! Next time I need a big spoon or a spatula, I have one!
The house back in Salt Lake had a very particular musty odor that we only noticed upon returning from travels. As I dig through these boxes, that smell comes wafting out. While not the most pleasant of aromas, it does bring back many fond memories. Also, it occurs to me that if the stuff in these boxes smells like that house, then we probably smelled like that too when we lived there! Our clothes, anyway.
I’m exhausted after unpacking and washing a kitchen full of dishes (and caressing and speaking to each piece). I know it’s time to quit, if not for the night, at least long enough to eat some dinner, but there are still boxes to open! Treasures to discover. I still need to find the bathroom scales and my boots and……