A Moving Experience

I wish I were more moved and less fatigued. Moving so sucks, and I would rather be pulling out bath tile grout with a toothpick than moving. But it really also is exciting to be making a new life with Rocco. The spatial-reasoning whizkid inside of me really loves the challenge of figuring out how it will all fit together. There's also a certain self-inquiry I indulge while pulling together my household and taking it on the road. I love planning the arrangement of my furnishings, most of which is nothing special but lots of which has sentimental value. In fact, having to deal with all my stuff is a great way of assessing life up to now: I can look at a side table (for example) and remember my humble roots, when that furniture, a futon, and a small desk were almost all that I had in the room I let when I came to Boston 12 years ago. Well, maybe a few more things than that, but you get the idea. And I love driving a big truck.