The hard physical part of moving is done. Most of the unpacking is even done. I have enough empty boxes to make a bunch of cardboard displays for Halloween, but I think I'll pass on that this year.
What remains is what I started this whole process with.. mental/emotional wear and tear. It will take me a while to overcome the newness of everything. The change in routine. To regain a semblance of the stability I had before. Such as it was.
In the past I probably would have written more extensively.. detailing what's going on with me. I don't have much of a blogging bug lately so I won't. I'm hardly on Facebook and am not playing World Of Warcraft at all.
Most of the time I sit on the front porch watching the neighborhood and neighbors. I'm starting to feel like James Stewart in Rear Window.
My daughter heads home tomorrow after a three week stay here helping me out. She will be missed. A Lot.