Or I should say home for the first time. It's been a year and a half since I last moved all my gear up to New York. Several residences later, I finally trucked it all back home. Dadoo did a marvelous job cramming the Buick full of stuff. Moving day really makes me feel very sad and materialistic. Unpacking day makes me even more sad. But I think about how nice it is to have stuff, and I don't feel so bad.
I am sad about leaving New York, although it's good to be home, and I'm excited for London (such a cornucopia of emotions!).
Okay, back to unloading boxes. How such a little person accumulates so much stuff is a mystery to me. Ah well.