We moved. It was an incredibly sanctifing journey. We packed and moved. We packed some more and moved some more. Finally we panicked, packed and moved as the date to be out of our old house loomed ever closer.
Now I'm unpacking boxes that lay arranged around our new house, forming rabbit warrens. There's a remote possibility that we will be found crushed by stuff. I had beautiful resolutions to pack the boxes in a logical organized manner. Those resolutions lasted up until the panic.
I've lived quite happily without most of the stuff within those boxes and if it weren't for those few things I really need, I'd throw them out. But I really, really need my phone book. Oh and those bottles of wine I stocked up on. And somewhere there's a lid for my teapot(I hope).
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