In

The move went well on Wednesday. The movers were there from 7:45 until 1:30. They brought our bed in over the second floor balcony by standing on the top of the truck and shoving it in through the sliding glass door. Crazy. Only minor items were broken but unfortunately all of our good furniture was either scratched or knicked. Not the cheap stuff of course. Only things that carry the Pottery Barn name. Guess I won't be buying from them anymore.

After the movers left, I spent the rest of that day and the past two days putting everything away. I would not allow myself to rest until I completed all that I could. Although I did allow a five minute break yesterday to make tea... once I found it. Two days later, I am done. Of course, I can hardly lift my arms to type.

I still don't think I am quite getting the slowing down part of this self-exploration process. But at least I now know where the toothpaste got to.