Moving

Driving to Detroit Metro Airport last week, right when I got on I-275, all of the traffic started zig zagging around, weaving in and out of lanes, slowing, veering. Something was amiss. Thirty second later, I saw it: a huge four person sofa sitting on the road, eight cushions spread about across the four lanes of the freeway. One hundred meters ahead, a car pulled to the side of the road with a trailer and a matching love seat still in the trailer. I thought to myself, those people a having a bad moving day.

Is it possible to have a good moving day? I have had four moving days so far in this complex move of ours. I do not know that any are good. They are exhausting, backbreaking, and generally discouraging. If all moving days are bad, the owners of the sofa were having a horrible moving day. We are half way through the move and have, so far, had only bad moving days. I consider that positive.

For a brief period of time yesterday, Vita wanted to move in the box with the television. Then she thought better of it and decided to come in the car with all of us.

Here is what the immediate future holds: four days in transit (actual driving and moving about the country), two days in abeyance (walking through the new house, closing on the house), then, I estimate five days of moving in. I set the bar very low: may make it without losing a sofa on the interstate. That would make me happy. A little bit of joy along the way; that would exceed every expectation.

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