It is rare for me to live in the same dwelling longer than one or two years at a time. Tomorrow will be the fifth time I’ve moved since April of 2008. I am not fond of moving, and so these past several days have been a small misery. Now, at the eleventh hour, there is yet work to be done. Sunday I’m scheduled to speak in Gainesville, so had better be out of Fort Myers by then!
My distaste for moving is not an aversion to travel, nor is it a reluctance to say goodbye. Goodbyes are a promise for meetings again; their sorrow is bright. What dismays me about moving is all the stuff. Continue reading