Although I sincerely wish I could be enjoying some crunchy grilled hot dogs, a cold beer and fireworks, I'm spending the day packing my belongings into trash bags, Ziplocs, boxes and luggage. My Independence Day will be a week from today so I've got to get moving. I haven't bought any food for the house since I'm leaving but a can of SpaghettiOs will do just fine.
Last big BBQ I attended was my own.
Planned for months, shopped and prepared for weeks, cooked three days
non-stop. As soon as over 50 guests began arriving, ex-spouse
disappeared only to reemerge much later with his 'friend' beside him. It
was lonely as hell. Today, in this little room by myself,.sorting
stuff, somehow I feel less alone than when I was surrounded by friends,
family and neighbors, but rejected by my own husband. Now I'm shedding
the old. Ruin is indeed the road to transformation. Hope all this stuff
fits in the car.
Happy Independence Day, USA!