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The Sober Pagan

March, 2019

Packing Up To Move

It’s still only February as I write this but in ten days it’ll be the first Monday of March and I will be moving into a new apartment. I am so excited but I have to admit that I am just a bit overwhelmed! I have all of my books packed and most of my fine china and collectibles. I still have to pack up my kitchen – except for what I’ll need on a daily basis until moving day. And all my pictures will have to come off the walls here. There were lots of holes punched in the walls in this place I’m in now – the people who lived here before me argued a lot and apparently like to throw things at each other – so I covered the walls with dozens of pictures to cover up all the holes and marks from their stupidity. I’ll miss my collage but the new place is really nice and I won’t need to cover the walls at all. They all have a coat of fresh paint – a lovely peach color in the bedrooms and off-white in the living room and dining room. The place is spotlessly clean.

There’s a huge front porch and I can hardly wait to put a porch garden up there. I want tomatoes and peppers and cukes and lots of colorful flowers. I have missed gardening these last few years – stuck in apartments with no porch, not even a small balcony – so I am more than ready to get my hands in some dirt! I am so glad I held onto my gardening tools.

These last two years I have been about as depressed as I have ever been but I have hung in there and told myself over and over, “This too shall pass” – and it did. I am finally moving out of this dead-end neighborhood – moving to a far nicer section of the city – moving to a bigger, lovelier apartment – closer to everything that I need in my life. I am so thankful and happy.

Hey, I know this is a lame column this month but I am wicked busy! I just wanted to stop in and tell you all – if you are struggling, if you think it’s not worth it – HANG IN THERE. It gets better. It really does.

Brightest Blessings, Polly Applequeen.

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About the Author:

Polly MacDavid lives in Buffalo, New York at the moment but that could easily change, since she is a gypsy at heart. Like a gypsy, she is attracted to the divinatory arts, as well as camp fires and dancing barefoot. She has three cats who all help her with her magic.

Her philosophy about religion and magic is that it must be thoroughly based in science and logic. She is Dianic Wiccan and she is solitary.

She blogs at silverapplequeen.wordpress.com. She writes about general life, politics and poetry. She is writing a novel about sex, drugs and recovery.