Here we are again, staying up way too late, packing our things to move. Just like we did two years ago.
I wonder why we don’t like packing more ahead-of-time and during the day. Doing it this way hurts. But we never do it differently. Are we afraid to commit to moving? Do we feel overwhelmed by the work?
This time the work is really quite light. Over 95% of our stuff is probably already in storage, where we put it two years ago.
And yet we delay until we’re down to the wire again.
We must like it here too much.