Moving Diary

Moving out is such an emotionally exhausting process. This is the third time in three years I am moving to a new place. I am not impressed by packing anymore, some boxes are even left untouched in the basement during the year so they are all ready to go, when come times. As for the rest of my things- I always wish I did not have much. Just  the essentials- my keyboard and two suitcases with winter and summer clothes, a desk and bed, not more. But of course, when you live in a place for a while you accumulate things- school material, teaching material, lots of sketches of music, song lyrics etc.. Some of them you used once and forget you even have them. Some of them you have double, because you forgot you have them...

Packing makes you go over your possessions, reassess your life and what you really need. While you go over your objects, you go traveling back in time. Different objects bring back different memories. Some of the things are neutral to encounter, like pencils, some are very emotional and throw you back to places you might not want to revisit. 

Some of the objects just warm your heart and you want to share it. So, I will share one things that made me smile when
finding it: a recipe for a brilliant fruit cake my mother copied for me. It is written in Hebrew in her pretty hand writing and says on top of the page "To Florie with love, mom" :)