It's time. I can't delay it any longer. We must disconnect the Internet and pack up the electronics.
The movers will be backing their truck into the driveway first thing tomorrow morning and the familiar sound of the diesel engine will no doubt kick me into a somewhat surreal high gear for the following three or four hours.
It's a routine all too familiar to me. First the walkabout to survey how much and what kind of stuff needs to go, then the dismantling of bigger pieces to fit through the doorways and finally, the rhythmic and coordinated loading of the truck.
I was hoping to craft a post on the ritual of leaving one home and creating another, tapping into the emotions and reflections of the past few weeks spent in limbo between the dismantling of our current living space and the preparation of the one to come. But alas the words just aren't there. Perhaps another post.
It's time to shut down for a few days to set up house. I'll see you flip side.