Resilience—and home

Just The Scent Of Cardboard and packing tape.

That's all it takes, and I'm back in the business end of a rented truck on what might have been the only warm day in New England last month. At least I'm unloading the truck in most of these micro–memories — not in front of our former home looking for the nth time at the remaining few unoccupied cubic feet near the ramp, wondering not if but why. Why so much stuff? When we'd already found new homes for so much furniture and miscellany?

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