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Heather R. Breaux
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GET PACKING. As you can see, my fiance Sean wasnít much help in the packing process - the boxes got the best of him.
Photo by Heather R. Breaux
GET PACKING. As you can see, my fiance Sean wasnít much help in the packing process - the boxes got the best of him.
The boxes have been packed, loaded into the bed of a pick-up truck, unloaded into the spare bedroom of my new house -and although a few have been unpacked, everyday I come home feeling overwhelmed and stare at the mountain of cardboard that sits in front of me.

The whole moving process started about two weeks ago and on the last and final moving day, I received this text message on my cell phone from my aunt who lives in Marrero:

ď2days the day! Move n day is such a blessed chore, u will b excited & wore out @ the same time. Iím so happy 4 u 2. Love u tons! Congrats! Ē

Before I continue, let me just say that my aunt is probably the most efficient ďtext messengerĒ that I have encountered.

She knows all the shortcuts and can reply to any message in a flash - and I know this because most of our conversations take place through the wonderful world of text messaging.

Her endearing message pretty much set the mood for my BIG day and yes the excitement was there, but so was the exhaustion.

When I first started packing up my apartment, I used your standard roll of clear packing tape to seal up my boxes.

But what do you do when itís midnight, youíre still packing, all the stores are closed and you run out of the tape?

Well, in my case, you make do with what you have.

So, I got creative. I used some black and stretchy electrical tape that I found in my fianceís tool box and a roll of blue painterís tape that I resurrected from a corner in my laundry room.

My boxes definitely didnít look like your usual moving boxes, but the last-minute rolls of tape served their purpose and the move was on.

Another funny thing about moving is the realization that you have much more stuff than you ever thought you had and at some moments I was tempted to just trash it all.

Who really needs five sets of playing cards or a bag of old cell phone chargers or that cheesy stuffed animal from last yearís Alligator Festival? I donít.

And then there are those items that you really hate lugging around from place to place but you keep them because they mean so much to you.

For instance, in kindergarten my mom started saving all my school work, tests and projects as keepsakes - a practice that I followed through with all the way until I graduated college.

A great idea, right? I think so, but the problem is this - the plastic container that all these items call home weighs about 60 pounds and all of my moving buddies just rolled their eyes when it came time to load this bad boy into the truck.

Large furniture and heavy boxes is probably the biggest downfall in the whole moving process, but can you guess what I think the biggest highlight is? The feeling of a new beginning.

Thereís a great sense of comfort that can come from the emptiness of a room - it reminds me of an artistís blank canvas, ready to encompass fresh ideas and make new memories.

After all was said and done and all of my belongings made their way to my new home, my finace and I found ourselves exhausted and a little delirious.

We spent our first night sitting in the middle of the dining room floor with a six pack of beer listening to the radio, planning the next chapter of our life together.

So, tonight Iíll make my way home from the office and choose a box to unpack, and maybe, just maybe Iíll choose a second one.

But Iím in no rush. I have all the time in the world and Iíll take it day by day and one box at at time.

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