At some time around 11 last night, the enor­mity of this hor­rific thing hit me. Not so much the pack­ing side — that’s okay, I can deal with that; enough of my life is already exist­ing in boxes for it to be no huge dif­fer­ence (that said, I think I have an assess­ment or two the week we’re mov­ing, so that will be fun…). I’m more wor­ried about con­ti­nu­ity of life in gen­eral. Read the rest of this entry »