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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.