Tayari's Blog: Pulling up Stakes

Posted by TayariJones on June 26, 2006 07:29 AM
Filed under The Writing Life

Well, as you know, I am leaving Illinois for the big city. This is a good thing; yes, it is a good thing. Transition is hard, no suprises there. I had a yard sale yesterday. What a strange head-trip to put price tags on everything you own. What a stranger experience for someone to say "That's not worth two dollars! I'll give you a quarter for it." Just think, the things that I treasure have, in a single afternoon, become some crap that somebody picked up at a yard sale.

I think there is a metaphor in there somewhere, but I can't find it. I am really telling you this because the posting will be slow for the next couple days.

But here is something.. While clearing out a desk (which I sold), I found the first letter ever sent to me by my agent , saying that she would represent me. The cutest thing is that clipped it to was the receipt for $32 dollars for the postage to send the manuscript overnight. I remember thinking, "I am a professional now. I should save receipts!" The best thing about moving like this is going through my old stuff getting glimpses of the young lady I was when I was just getting myself together. Of course, there is the flip side: the memory-bombs! More on those later.

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Comment #1, by Jackie [TypeKey Profile Page]

When I was in my early twenties, I wanted to be a nomad like you appear to be. I was doing pretty good until I met the man I married, had a child, left the man I married and then promised my child I would stop moving around so that he could have a stable childhood considering all that had happened.

My son is now in grad school and I feel like there is only one more good move left in me. Unless I could convince him to come back home and keep the house while I travel around a bit. I mean, I would like to have some place to call home. His eyes, though, are on the bright lights of New York City. My plans are incomplete.

June 27, 2006 02:20 PM

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