We had three piles of boxes forming cardboard canyons (mentally, mind you): stuff to be shipped by the movers; stuff we are taking with us; and stuff we going to mail because it's more economical than shipping. Only trouble with the last one is that, for now, we would be shipping everything to a mailbox in the local UPS store.
I look at the categories of boxes and realize they are all filled with "stuff." And we've already gotten rid of a house full of stuff. We have a few things that we still want to sell ... a sofa, a dining room table, a toolbox full of handyman tools, an old TV ... but it really is all just "stuff." There is very little that cannot be easily replaced. But all that is now a moot point.
Yesterday, the movers came and the three piles became one small one ... the pile of stuff we are taking with us. Everything else has gone with the Crown folks, and is now in storage until we find a new home and have the boxes delivered. The books have all gone to Colorado, and are likewise being stored. The third pile has two more days of fiddling to get it just right, then to the airport, and we're off.
Our schedule ... today, we have a cleaning crew coming in to render our empty condo spotless. We will be staying in a resort condo generously provided by a friend of ours, Pauline. Then we go to an airport hotel, and on Friday morning, early, we will be airborne, heading to LAX.
We are on the road. No more cardboard canyons until they are transplanted at our new location, yet to be disclosed to us by the universe.
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