9:06 PM

House packed yesterday, not by me. It’s strange to watch a home become a house. With boxes. Lots of boxes.

Slept there last night. Discovered that all my neighbors have locked down their wireless networks. Realized that this chapter is over.

Truck loaded today. Also, not by me. I am very glad for this, because, well, you know. We have a lot of books.

I took some time this afternoon to look around the very big, very empty townhouse that was once my home. Really. Big. Rooms. They take a lot of work to make right. (And a lot of stuff.)

It took us over three years to get everything to be really usable; we’d finally reclaimed the downstairs and the garage.

Tomorrow, the truck comes to the new house, and — with some work — we will have a home again.

(Hopefully, it won’t take us three years.)

 

p.s. Remember that cold that had everyone out last weekend that I’ve been valiantly fighting off for the good of the family?

Yeah. Ugh. Off to bed with me.