Moving

Last night I helped some friends move, which reminded me that we, too, will have to do that in just a few years.  I’ve been quite keen on staying just where we are since I’ve never heard that academics didn’t get enough opportunity to move without seeking it out.  But, as I hauled out box after box (oh, man, am I ever grateful that we don’t live up such steep stairs!), I realized that Sydney and I have a lot of stuff.  As in, two dressers, a large bed, a big work table, lots of garden and kitchen stuff . . . and ten 8-foot-high bookcases filled with books.  We may have to move over the course of several days, or at night, all in an attempt to make sure we don’t appall ourselves with the sheer quantity of our stuff.  We also won’t be able to ask for help.  When I think of moving I assume a good deal of muttering under one’s breath and frustration ringing out over the hills when it all gets too much (hey, we live in the country)–not something one can do if you’re in the company of friends!  At any rate, I’m just very, very, very grateful that the moving truck (a full semi, perhaps?) is still a few years down the road.  For now we’ll sit still and keep buying books! 🙂

Erin