Posted April 18, 2011 by
I've had a hard time writing here lately, not because I don't have things to say. I do, I do. But because I'm just swamped with all kinds of stuff. Last week was a big push to finish the final edits of my book and now we're moving into this really dreadful time of having to sort through and pack up our house.
Ugh. I have moved so many times in my life and it never ceases to stress me out.
I've been particularly emotional about it this go around, as I try to sort through all of my parents belongings. I was driven to tears twice yesterday, just feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of my parents stuff that I have. I'm talking Spode china and Waterford crystal decanters, dozens of beautifully framed photos, art work, boxes of their clothes. I have my father's wedding tux and his army uniform, in addition to his old favorite sweater, a pair of pajamas I remember him fondly in and his large collection of Borselino hats. Then I've got my mother's wedding dress and one or two boxfuls of clothes that I remember her wearing often, and which I just can't bear to part with.
I've got their report cards and my father's airforce records. I have my mom's art work and her sewing machine and the coffee table that was in her living room in New York before she even met my father. I've got my own baby clothes that my mother saved and boxes and boxes of family photos. Yesterday I started crying when I came across a stack of old film reels, the topmost labeled "Claire's Homecoming."
I want to keep all this stuff, I really do. But I can't continue to drag it around with me for the rest of my life. I honestly don't know what to do about all of it. I get so emotional going through it that I don't even know how to pick and choose or repack any of it.
On a lighter note, it SNOWED here last night. Normally this would make me rant and rave, but I just don't care anymore because we are leaving 6 weeks from tomorrow for a new life of snowless winters.
And in good news, the book is DONE. My editor called on Friday to say that my most recent batch of edits were superb and not to touch a thing. She seriously made me promise not to do anything else to it. I swear I could work on this book until the moment it's in your hands and still probably not feel done.
The art department is working on mock ups of the cover as we speak. It may or may not have a family photo on it, which I have mixed feelings about. This potential did cause me to upload a bunch of old photos to a Flickr account, if you're interested though. I'm particularly fond of this one of my parents, taken on their honeymoon in Italy in 1975.
Anyway, I warned you that this would be a rambling post. Hope your Monday is less snowy than mine.