They conquered. Or put all of our stuff in a truck and drove it away, rather.
Now we sit.
And drink.
And wait to go.
The movers have taken our things and all we can do now is drink beer and hope that it makes it to Oregon. Somehow, I'm beginning to realize what a huge undertaking this move is and it feels good. I harken back to Rafael and the deets and how you just do them. And here we are doing them. While stressful, it is also exhilarating.
I raise my glass...To moving!
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