A Place of Sense

by annene

2007

We last moved in 2007. It was more of a flight than a move. Run, run, run away from Southern California. We didn’t pack well; the expert from the moving company gave us an iron-clad estimate.  As I led him around our house, I kept saying, “Don’t you want to look in the closets?”  He should have looked in the closets.

I’m preparing for our next move. This time, there’s less stuff.

I knew you then.

Here’s a photo I didn’t show you that happened along the way.