13 boxes

The movers come tomorrow to transition me out of one phase of my life and into another one. It's stressful (did I pack everything?) and worrisome (am I making a mistake?) and just generally a lot of work (where did I put my pink duct tape?)

But it's almost here and now all I can do is enjoy my last night in the house where the Gallagher Girls were born.

I'm a little sad to be leaving, but on the whole I know it's time to move on. I spent all weekend getting everything ready for the movers and now I stand in the middle of my dining room where almost everything I own is stacked and packed and waiting for tomorrow.

And I can't help but stare.

And marvel.

And feel more than a little ashamed of the embarrassment of riches when I remember that nine years ago when I left grad school I shipped all of my belongings home via UPS. I had 13 boxes. That's it. Thirteen boxes.

Times have certainly changed.

Could I do that again, I've wondered. Could I find the things most important to me and fit them into 13 boxes? Yes, I've decided, I could. And would if need be. And I'm glad of that fact. I'm also glad I don't have to do the weeding at this very moment.

In other news I'll have internet access at the new house but it might take me a few days to get it set up, so if you don't hear from me in a while-that's why.

I hope you guys have a great week and are able to keep all your boxes in a row.

-Ally