I feel like my last month has been nothing but packing up and moving:

1. Retirement and leaving a building that was my work home for 13 years.
2. Moving everything out of my bedroom and two upstairs bathrooms for a renovation/upgrade.
3. Hopping on a ferry (this morning) and packing up my daughter. She’s heading back to the mainland next month to do her Masters.

Putting life’s ‘stuff’ in boxes, weeding out the unwanted, and still holding on to more than we should.

Moves are healthy. They are the times we actually do reminisce and recall the memories we cherish. They are also the times we let go of things that we should have long ago. That said, the unpacking is not nearly as much fun. It’s one of those things you’ve got to slog through, but it sure feels good when it’s all done!