So, we have furniture. Beyond that, we’ve got about six plastic cups, a bunch of towels, and our cats. The rest of the move happens this weekend—the little odds and ends and endless boxes that will, in E’s words, make us “Zeno’s movers”.
(Also: Is it a sign of some subliminal reluctance to bond with the new place that I’ve been here for about six hours and have just now thought to take my shoes off?)
