Uncategorized - Jack Knoxville

Tonight is the first night, not in our home.

My body is vibrating with pain and I’m having muscle spasms throughout my legs. My feet are on fire and I’m exhausted.

Further proof that I’m no longer 20 anything.

It’s scary and intimidating to pack it all up; again.

We’ve boxed up or bagged what we could but had to sell, giveaway, or trash so many things that I worked so hard to have. Things that once made us more comfortable & brought us joy. Suddenly worthless.

We sold a $2k couch for $40 because our dogs used it more than we did and it just had to go.

We donated and gave away bags and bags of clothes, food, and stuff of all kinds to people we’ve never seen before and will never see again, but it brought us joy to just give as much as it brought them to receive.

So many stories of single women, reclaiming their power and needing this thing or that thing. I don’t believe in adding too much to landfills and a fan of the idea that one man’s trash really is another man’s treasure.

We’ve been in this town for 3 years and unfortunately, until today most of our interactions with folks have been vile and unkind. Today I saw a whole other side of Jacksonville, that makes me sad we didn’t meet these folks until now.

Though maybe if we had, we wouldn’t be letting ourselves find out what it’s like to change our own narrative and not settle but to actually live a life rooted in a community of support instead of oppression.

Here’s to the future.