Moving is the worst. Can we all agree on that? You have to pack up everything you own — and it never seems like you own that much until you’re moving and see the sheer volume of your possessions — into borrowed, stolen, or outrageously expensive (I’m sorry, do you not realize that this is cardboard?!) store-bought boxes. You have to ask you friends to help you move the big stuff. You have to unpack and find new homes for everything you own, which is still quite a lot, even after getting rid of bags and bags of stuff you either didn’t realize you owned or couldn’t figure out why you owned it.
But after moving comes nesting, the settling in process of making your new home yours, and learning your new home. And that’s what I’m doing: nesting, repurposing, and learning to appreciate having cows as neighbors.
And really, y’all? It feels good to be home.
