Moving Day: Take One

On Saturday morning, the same Saturday that unleashed some more unbearable heat and a wonderful lightning exhibit, we began moving some of the larger furniture out of our apartment. We had the help of a gracious father-in-law and his handy trailer. Without him or his fancy Camp-out, there is no way either one of us could have made as much progress as we did. Consequently, the apartment looks barren and bereft of life; walls are empty, bookcases gone, random elements of our past five years strewn about the few rooms we've lived in for so long.

It's a bizarre feeling.

Time is coming to a close a lot faster than I had expected and the forty-some-odd hour drive becomes more real with every box that's taped up. There's little left but odds and ends.