The movers arrived around 8:30. After a tour of what went the blizzard of movement began. I had phone conferences intermixing the coordination of the move. I found boxes going out of the house without stickers... I got all the chaos in somewhat of an order and found myself looking at my home with less and less. What started as a home was ending as just a house. I was worried that leaving the house would be like leaving Jan. In a way it was but really when the house was empty and the movers left... the house was just a house. That was comforting.
