out of the old….

….and into the new!

Yes folks, we are FINALLY relocating. Just “up the road a piece”, mind you, but to a great area and into an amazing house, where my girls will be able to attend public school without having to pass through a metal detector as they enter. (Can you tell I am not a fan of LAUSD for the most part?) Moving into a house that is much smaller, thank goodness, because let me be honest…as much as I TRY to be Wonder Woman, attempting to maintain 4514 square feet of house for the last 4 years has nearly put me in the dirt. But I digress, of course.

The point of this post is not to gloat about the rewards of downsizing, but to ask a simple question: When is it time to throw out your pom poms? I mean literally, not symbolically. Anyone who knows me will agree that I have cheerleader optimism running through my veins. Can’t get rid of that! Speaking in the tangible sense though, in the process of cleaning out in preparation for the imminent move, I ran across my pom poms stored in the garage. The trusty, black and gold, shredded plastic, symbols of spirit long ago ceased to be the extensions of my arms they once were, and yet, I’ve hung on to them for 20+ years. As embarrassing as it is to admit, the number of storage spaces they have lived in through the years far outnumbers the years they have been retired. I’ve lugged them, and their partners….the megaphones….from Athens to T-Town to California, but for the life of me I don’t know why! Maybe it’s an underlying, subconscious need to remain attached in the most minuscule way to the icon of high school royalty I embodied as a teen. Or maybe it’s because my parents have passed, and they hold memories of when they were alive. On the other hand, I might just be a pack rat….lol. At any rate, they are hanging out once again waiting to hitch a ride in the moving truck in hopes of a cushy spot in the new garage!! I welcome the comments of those who believe they have am explanation (or even share the attachment themselves) :-)))