Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Tuesday, December 17

I've arrived in New Columbia, Pennsylvania; Ken is still on the road. I have the luxury of allowing the day's progress to sink in. We're nowhere near California, but we did successfully depart from the apartment in Stamford. The mover's first words were, "You're organized!" We were, and the movers were extremely careful. They even reversed all drawer and door handles and pulls so they'd be on the inside of cabinets and chests and thus not scratch or damage the wood - I'd never thought of this level of attention to detail. They'll reconfigure everything in San Francisco.

The drive was slow but mercifully uneventful; the weather was foul and the roads were covered in snow and slush. Several cars had spun off the road but by sticking to a tortoise-like pace we arrived unscathed. Despite a vow years ago to never again move in winter, here we are moving in winter. No doubt there'll be more, but I envision crossing the Sierras and emerging in early summer. Or at least late autumn, just not in winter.

Please remind me that I never liked Connecticut. When we return we've promised it will be to Manhattan. But tomorrow it's Grand Rapids. Rest assured I do not have an appointment with Kate, our real estate broker there. Downsizing is like dieting and one learns to avoid temptations. Or will the weight (of possessions) come back?

Lucca drove, Marco navigated

2 comments:

  1. Real estate is to you what melamine is to me; you are ALWAYS going to be tempted. I'll remind you if you promise not to hate me for it. I'm glad you're doing okay so far. What awful weather. Love to all....

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  2. It's a good thing Lucca is a good driver in bad weather.

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