Moving is supposed to rank right up there with serious life stressors like divorce and taxes. Today, our household goods arrived from the shipping container like a tornado. In two hours flat the movers entered with boxes, divulged their contents, and departed. We were left with piles of hapless hangers, staplers, and spatulas to try and piece together a home. It feels good to be reunited and yet horrifying when you realize how much junk you haul around... and now for the mildly less stressful organizing part!
This is an aimless blog that gives voices to small joys, quirky happenstances, everyday occurrences, and occasional pesterings as the author navigates her life paths as an educator, transplanted Wyomingite, traveler, and curiosity seeker.
Monday, August 20, 2018
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