Boxes and more boxes
My furniture — or should I say boxes arrived first thing this morning. Not bad, since I was expecting Allied to deliver the stuff next week. I counted this morning, and I’ve moved my whole household 18 times since 1970. That’s what happens with the news business, but I was a little extreme.
This one was/is the most difficult, because I’m doing it alone. Everything I unpack has a little story attached to it, and I find myself drifting emotionally. On the up side, it’s been a chance to clean out a bunch of old “stuff” and organize what’s left. I need that to make this truly a fresh start.
I’m writing tons of stuff, although it’s not for publication. I promise I’ll get back to serious writing here as soon as I get settled.
