What a horrible day it was. Moving days are the epitomy of disorder, and having my personals disorderly made me very unhappy. I had begun so well. I took great care to pack thoughtfully, placing things with like things. But as the day came upon us I had to throw my hands up and start stuffing whatever wherever.
Another unhappy aspect of moving is the inevitable damage done to the things you care about. I have already found one lamp with it's "neck" broken severely. It had been burdened severly by a bag full of shoes. I am not eager to discover the other casualties.
But, it is done. We are out, and have moved on. It feels good, like pulling one's self up over the rim of a deep long rutt.
