We’re moving. Or, at least, we’re attempting to. So far we’ve made it a half mile down the road to my folks’ place. But at least it’s a step in the eastward direction we’re heading. We sold our home in November, packed nearly every earthly possession into storage, and squashed into my parents’ suburban ranch.
Moving is hard, isn’t it? Deciding what material possessions are worth storing for $150 a month. Finding just the right house in a strange land. Saying goodbye to the people we love most. For some of us, the unknown is thrilling; for others, terrifying.
We’re faced with uncertainty every day, and we do one of three things with that elephant in the room: