This is a photo from our most recent move. Amember it?
Well the desert POD is gone now, and I no longer straddle two abodes. Everything Mister and I own is in one location and all that stuff is crying out to be dealt with. It wakes me from my sleep. It robs me of my afternoons. I step over and around it. I trip over it. Sometimes I just have to walk away from it.
We’re getting through it, one box at a time, friends. One box at a time. And when we are through it, I’ll be so happy to never mention it again. Promise.
Shouldn’t take more than a few years.