Brialee Turner

I dislike packing,

Not because of the lifting,

The transporting,

Or the cleaning.

But because of the sorting, 

The cramming,

The organizing,

The process of finding,

That some things I have carried for so long,

No longer serve me,

And yet I still continue to bring them to new places

In my life.

And the fact that the packing constitutes change.

And maybe, 

The hesitation that I feel,

Comes from wanting to rid my life of things that no longer serve me,

At the risk of losing temporary,

Replaceable,

Things.

When in reality,

The change I take with me wherever I go.

I take the transformation with me wherever I move.

And moving inside of me is a stirring of a new life,

Waiting not to be unpacked,

But to be unwrapped.

A gift of newness and of building upon the foundations of before.