Better one handful with tranquillity than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
We moved today. As I sit on the floor, typing with the keyboard on my knees and the monitor directly on hardwood for the first time ever, Ian is running the vacuum over our vacuous bedroom. Blocks of dust mark the location of our furniture: a large rectangle for the bed, smaller rectangles for our rolly plastic dressers. We have spent the last year providing fertile breeding grounds for dustbunnies, but now they are all meeting a sad, vacuum-cleaner induced demise.
Two U-Haul van trips and one final jammed-to-the-gills Prius trip filled the Marlborough apartment with our things. Yet like a homing pigeon I feel drawn back to the Worcester apartment as the home site, though not from fondness of fake wood panelled walls, giant bugs, or peeling wood floors. No; after four years of Kirkland or Worcester, a new city has entered the equation, and it will take a while to equilibriate to this change.
I will not post for a while, probably not until next Sunday or Monday. Our new apartment has no internet (gasp!), and on Thursday we catch the first of three Amtrak trains on our trip across country. Hasta luego.