I'm on the other side of the largest downsizing since W left the White House and moved into a traditional suburban home, sort of like the one we just moved out of.
When you move, everything seizes up: bodily functions including the ability to process food, ideas and enough neural connectivity to remember where you put the box that said "Important - Do Not Let Out of Sight." All of the basic wattage of your biochemistry becomes unavailable when, it could certainly be argued, you need your juices the most.
I'm alive. I keep reminding myself.
One night, we were too tired to go out or dial for takeout. We made a dinner out of old calamari the realtor dropped off on our first night here (thank you, Judy - it really was very tasty way back when...) and finished it off with heaping bowls of raisin bran. It was more substantial than you think. But there are rewards for people who haul up their anchor and heave ho into the world. It's called a brand new front loading red washer and dryer. Here's a picture of mine.
Photo credit: Alan S. with his very clever new camera
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