This is going to be my last comment about moving, I promise.
I always told my dear wife that I had one move left in me, but this experience has shown that I may have been exaggerating. However, the big pieces are now complete, and most of the critical things are working. Note the word “most”.
My desk is in a good spot. I can even turn to look at the perch of our neighborhood eagle, as in bald. What I still can’t do is open the desk drawers. Somewhere, in some box, reside the keys for those drawers. They are certainly secure, but they might be more useful if I could open them.
Then comes the computer. I never thought when I switched our access for the Internet that I would also be switching from wireless to wired. When I did realize it, it did not seem like it should be anything major. After all, access is access. I didn’t mind the change to wired, but my computer has proven to be less flexible. Computers always seem to have an independent streak . . . especially when you need their cooperation.
So, the big pieces are in place, the kitchen is operational, the taxes are finished, and we have even entertained beloved guests. Now we only need to get a computer working, a network established, and a desk opened. I could also put up a shower rod if I only knew where my drill was packed.
Moving. It certainly is a humbling experience. And through the experience of new surroundings and the agonies of a move, we develop a new sense of self, striped of the trappings and the routine of former nests. It always makes us challenge ourselves in ways that we never anticipate. We reveal more of the mystery of ourselves to ourselves, and the discoveries can be rewarding.