Ghosts
January 15, 1995• (0) Comments
On a wall in my new house hangs an equestrian print entitled “Depart au Gallop,” a phrase that sums neatly our recent evacuation here from New York. The packing and transfer of our household effects, which at one time appeared so difficult to imagine as to cause tears, took just two weeks to complete, proceeding at a full gallop that cannot now be recalled in substantial detail.
I do know that those days passed in a welter of boxes, blankets, and labels, bubblewrap, some newsprint, much tape and sore muscles; in rapid order, choices were made, discards jettisoned, and goodbyes hastily arranged. And when moving day abruptly arrived and the shipper’s Bill of Lading presented for scrutiny, I know that we slowed only to empty bank accounts and acknowledge toll booths.