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Dispatches From a Big Move
Chasing the Sunrise
Or running away from the sunset?
When you move a piece of furniture away from a wall that has not been moved in eight years there is a good chance that there will be copious amounts of dust and even cobwebs behind where that piece of furniture was.
That may be a very obvious statement. While a metaphor or two may be squeezed out of it, what it means most to me right now is that there is much cleaning to do.
Cleaning. Healing. Movement. Realignment. Release. Restart. Reprogram. Sunrise.
Sunrise? Yes, I am moving one mile closer to where the sun rises each day. Due east; the opposite direction from where I have been heading.
How silly of me. I could move a mile closer to where the sun rises every year for millennia and never get there. I could also chase the sunset and never get there. Don’t you just love circular planets?
I hate moving but sometimes movement is imperative.
Having moved countless times, I have learned that the best place to get empty cardboard boxes is liquor stores. They have an endless supply. If anyone is spying on me as I move they are going to think I am a total drunk.
