Hey everyone, we are in the midst of moving!  I’m living with stacked boxes and looking for missing items (already packed) and a whole attic full of stuff I’m not sure what to do with.  Thankfully our church garage sale is this week and I donated a whole trunk full of stuff to them.  I love getting rid of baggage.  It’s so freeing, until I look at my overstuffed attic.  It’s called life in transition.  It’s both fun and exciting and kind of depressing. Exciting for obvious reasons of moving and new houses and neighbors and asking the question, where will I grocery shop now? And will they have my favorite yogurt?  You know, the important questions of life.

But we also have a long way to go whenever I peek into the attic and look at the two gazillion boxes that are up there.  That is why I have assigned it to Sam.  I am in denial of all those boxes.  They make me want to weep.  Or shake my fists in futility.  Or watch a reality TV show.

I think I’ll go have some ice cream in the meantime.