In an attempt to begin bringing us together during these difficult days, some of our long-time members have shared their experiences dealing with Covid, Lockdown, Boredom, Creativity, Bubbles, etc. We intend to post a column a week at 10 AM Pacific on Mondays, so be on the lookout! Based on approval from the LL Committee. For guidelines and submission, please contact Julie Zipperer at firstname.lastname@example.org
The Movie of Moving
I am in my carport in North Hollywood, California. John is on a step stool unloading a storage area. There is a lot of dust as he reaches into the storage area and lifts out box after box.
I stand as an audience of one, watching my possessions come out of storage. How did we get so much in there? And where were the birds who constantly crapped on my car all spring? The birds are gone.
Like everyone else in the world, I am in the midst of a worldwide pandemic and to top it off I am moving 2,000 miles. Today we are all separate from each other. We wear masks and gloves and we cannot gather.
The apartment is ablaze with boxes, books and CDs laying on the floor and I am careful to not step on pieces of plastic that have broken off from cd boxes. I have packed up the things I am taking. I have taken the photos out of the photo books and now I have a stack of them, looking a little forlorn, in a box.
I am an audience of one, here in my bedroom. The shelves have been ripped off the wall and given to the neighbors.
I stand as the audience of one in my hallway and stare into the eyes of the painting of John’s grandfather. He looks solemn yet a slightly perceptible touch of glee is hiding behind his eyes.
The paintings of John’s mother and father line the other wall, just in front of the mirror. His mother looks young and very chic in a black veil. His father looks stern behind his glasses. These are the faces that I see when I go into my bedroom. “What are you kids doing in there?” he seems to ask.
I am the audience of one, walking through my tiny apartment, soaking up the memories. I have been forever changed here.
Pandemic be damned, I try to soak up the smells of the lemon tree and commit to memory the sound of the birds. Those birds that I am still afraid of. I am an audience of one. I am taking me with me. That is all I will need for the next part of this journey.
~ Hillorie McLarty, Nashville TN graduate student in English, Belmont University. Marketing & Advertising Manager, Music Connection Magazine. Live music advocate, owned and loved by rescue pets.