In an attempt to get “Moving Day,” started off in a “cheery way,” I had begun packing, “a month ahead of the scheduled date,” to avoid “unnecessary annoyances.” I had made a list, noting items in each room: kitchen, bedrooms, laundry, bathrooms, living areas. “What a huge job ahead of me, moving out of State,” I had thought.
The months preceding this move were “mind-exhausting,” I examined repeatedly each scenario that I may encounter, “Would moving be worth the losses?” I would miss my family living close-by, but I rarely took advantage of visiting them, “enough.”
The movers had arrived: loaded the packed boxes on the truck. I could not help but “reflect,” and I realized the endless planning, had not prepared me to watch, “my life haul away.”