Moving.

This picture says it all. Boxes have become a standard feature in our life. The question is, for how long??  I don't like boxes. I like being settled. Boxes are equivalent to being un-settled. I will have a party when the last box is unpacked. Maybe we'll have some Vodka or burn the boxes or something. 

We really are moving. Yippee!! And yet, sigh, sniff, sniff. It is the beginning of the "lasts". There is so much here and so many people that we really, really like. We are going to miss all the good and pleasant people and places we have learned to know here.