The Move

Moving across the country is quite a task. A rather exhausting one. It took weeks and weeks of planning and anxiety. I decided to sell all my furniture, ship a couple of dozen boxes back to Phoenix, and finally - migrate west by plane. The shenanigans of organizing this were absolutely ridiculous, including the movement of *heavy* boxes out of the city and into the cargo center at JFK, the sale of all of my furniture (yep, all of it!), and the tying of loose ends with my lovely shoebox apartment. And I must say, I simply could not have done it without the assistance of my dear mother. Bless her heart for putting up with my stress attacks and anxious remarks. She drove the cargo van in and out of the city with grace.

(My dear mother, helping me ship a few bigger pieces to Phoenix.)

Everything arrived in one piece at Phoenix Sky Harbor (for the most part), and we were able to get everything home in one trip with the cargo van. While driving my boxes to the cargo center in Queens, NY, I remember thinking, "I want today and tomorrow to be over." Now, it is... And, it's weird.