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Decluttering Progress

I am still working on the big August Project of decluttering the spare room, which turned into decluttering two spare rooms as I moved stuff from one room to another. The good news is that the smaller of the two rooms is done.

The bad news is that the overflow went to the second spare bedroom.

This is manageable, though. Much of it is pictures and family memorabilia that I just need to box properly and store. Someday I will sort and copy and deal with it all, but that is not now. Now I just need to sort out what does not get saved and rebox and store what does get saved.

While sorting through one box this morning, I came across this picture:

From left to right, Charles (with Teddy Freddy), David and Kat, perhaps about 1992 or 1993, in the front yard play area on our farm in Dundee, New York. I will have to do some comparing to other pictures to figure out how old Charles looks. Seeing this picture brought my whole sorting to a standstill, as I had to go make a copy and blog about it! That’s my dad’s old traveling truck in the background, loaded with a car to take back to Alabama.

The good ole days!

Where is Home?

We are planning a trip back to Alabama later this month to celebrate my Dad’s 75th birthday and to visit with family (shh … don’t tell him! It’s a surprise!! ). It has been over a year and a half since we have seen our son Charles, so I’m excited about being able to spend some time with him and his wife Rebecca. And Miss Munchkin is currently in Alabama with her Alabama grandparents, so we should be able to see her too! AND several of my siblings are making the trek to Alabama also, so I anticipate lots of family time. I am so excited about this trip!

While talking about this trip, I have noticed an odd thing. Whenever I begin to talk of going back home, I say we are going to New York, when in my mind I am picturing Alabama and I actually mean Alabama. I have noticed that I have been doing this ever since we moved away from Alabama. We moved to Alabama in 1995, lived there for twelve years, and for most of that time “going home” meant traveling to New York. But since we moved to Florida in 2007, and now here to Arizona, “going home” has meant Alabama to me, even though my brain still seems to say the words “New York.” It’s very odd and very confusing to the person I’m speaking to. “New York?” they say. “No, I mean Alabama!” I say. Obviously my brain needs to make some new pathways to my mouth, because I am definitely thinking Alabama and picturing Alabama in my mind!

I am not sure when Alabama replaced New York in my mind as “home.” I know when we made all the trips back to New York in 2000 – 2002 (5 trips in a 21-month period), that I was still going back home then. But when we made our last trip to New York in 2006, it was not home. Home then was in Alabama. And, much as I loved Tallahassee and loved living in Florida, it’s pretty obvious that we didn’t live there long enough for me to make the “mental move” as I am never referring to Florida when I speak of home. It is still north Alabama. I wonder how long I will have to live in one place before “home” becomes somewhere else. Or will Alabama always be home in my mind?

family picture

Our family takend June 2002 at my dad's.

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