I packed hopes in newspaper, swaddled dreams in bubble wrap. I stuffed plans into the empty corners of boxes and carted ambition in an old laundry basket. Digging through an old rucksack – I’m sure I packed me somewhere – I found you instead.
Moving Day
18 Thursday Dec 2014
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I love the word rucksack and it feels just write in this.
Um, just right, maybe?
It’s funny; I started with backpack and tried to change “packed” to 50 or so different things before I realized I could use rucksack instead.
Wow
This is amazing! I love sensible metaphors more than anything else. You’ve done a great job!
Had a vision of not finding the box I packed myself in!
Love “carted ambition in an old laundry basket.” Wonderful visual images.
There’s always the one basket, right? in the backseat, with those few things you found at the last minute? it’s not just me?
Lovely piece; vivid imagery and exactly the right words…as usual. Nicely done!
I wish I could swaddle my kids in bubble wrap!
Have you tried duct tape?
Now THAT is an idea.
LOL! I think you’re supposed to use that after you break one.
This is really good! Pity you couldn’t find yourself among your things and would ultimately find someone else. Nice.
Such a perfect description of moving. I love rucksack too.
Oh! I found you instead. What a fabulous twist that was. I love how you pack feelings into objects. That’s one of my favourite techniques.