And so it goes.

It's getting real.

The small things that keep reminding me who I am are starting to be packed up.  The shelves are getting bare.  I have help today, so I doing a few awkward bits and pieces today.  The yarn will go through the week.  I can move and stack that without assistance. 

The books I have here will go a little at a time.  I only have 2 book boxes here so before I can do more, I need to unpack some of the many books at the other end.  Problem is, all the shelves are here.  I anticipate a few piles before the week is done.

 By the end if the week, I hope to be done moving all the bits and pieces, so that only the furniture remains.  And the furniture goes in the truck on Saturday.  By Saturday night, I hope to be sleeping at the new place. 

By Saturday, I will be reunited with all my things, my books, my few pieces of furniture.  It is the grand sum of who I am. I'm kind of looking forward to feeling whole.