I came here with one suitcase and one duffel bag, both of which, while full, were nowhere near the point of being crammed full.
Now I have spent the day trying to make everything I have amassed into those same pieces of luggage. The bags are now full to bursting and not everything is in them yet.
I came here thinking that I could come with just the bare essentials and that I would leave with the same. But somewhere along the way I bought coats and shirts and cardigans as I needed them and now those clothes have formed a formidable pile at the foot of my bed.
This is the way our lives grow about us, slowly until we can no longer recognize just how much we have until we lose it or the time comes to move it.
Now I'm moving mine and what won't fit will have to be left behind. I think this is what life will always be for me now: a bridge of old shirts and French magazines.
Now I have spent the day trying to make everything I have amassed into those same pieces of luggage. The bags are now full to bursting and not everything is in them yet.
I came here thinking that I could come with just the bare essentials and that I would leave with the same. But somewhere along the way I bought coats and shirts and cardigans as I needed them and now those clothes have formed a formidable pile at the foot of my bed.
This is the way our lives grow about us, slowly until we can no longer recognize just how much we have until we lose it or the time comes to move it.
Now I'm moving mine and what won't fit will have to be left behind. I think this is what life will always be for me now: a bridge of old shirts and French magazines.
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