My life last week was boxes. Honestly, by Thursday it felt like I was in packing purgatory. Like all my life would ever be from that point on was packing. Maybe I was a little melodramatic at that point.
I knew it would get done in the end. I knew everything would eventually get where it needed to be, but it was a long long week.
Another week and we will be in Colorado. Another week and I will instead be unpacking those boxes. Maybe then it will all feel real.
I guess we'll see.
Right now it feels like my grasp of the reality of it all, and my emotions covering everything are as boxed in as our dining room.
But, we're getting there...