Slowly becoming houseless

For the last two weeks we have been emptying our apartment. In one way it has been good to be fairly organized about this process. Hopefully we won’t end up dumping drawers of random pens and partially used batteries into ripped plastic shopping bags at the last minute. This may be an unavoidable part of the process but starting early may minimize the pain. As our furniture disappeared courtesy of Craigslist or Goodwill, we found ourselves living in an apartment ghost town. Reading in a sleeping bag bed just isn’t relaxing, and dinner in camp chairs isn’t very romantic. Our wise, elderly neighbor Ellis remarked to us while we struggled moving our mattress: “the two worst things in life are getting a divorce and moving. I know, because I’ve done both.”