“You Must Go On,
I can’t go on, I’ll go on.”
Obviously Samuel Beckett was packing for a move when he wrote that.
I’ll be off the radar all day, my last day at “home,” still packing. And loading. And cleaning.
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Ambiance 
Ron said,
April 30, 2011 at 7:18 am
Rock on, mighty Amba!
karen said,
April 30, 2011 at 10:27 am
Another corner to turn, amba… thinking of you!
Maxwell James said,
April 30, 2011 at 10:38 am
Good luck!!
karen said,
April 30, 2011 at 7:10 pm
Remember that post about innovative ideas that SOMEone should do and i said something about renting a cow– well, check out RentMotherNature.com. I found it in the May issue of Family Circle. 1.99$/issue for great ideas and recipes…
Kinda funny, ain’t it?
A said,
April 30, 2011 at 9:43 pm
It’s a big move.
Tim said,
April 30, 2011 at 11:38 pm
“May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back….”
Best of luck with everything.
amba12 said,
May 1, 2011 at 11:23 pm
I left the apartment spic and span for the guy who’s taking over the lease at 3:30 AM last night. Then had a half-hour drive through the dark to where I’m staying in the woods north of Durham. I was nearly seeing double.
The important stuff is not the problem. The important stuff (letters, photos) is a joy worth suffering for. The problem is the enormous amount of unimportant stuff that you feel it is wasteful to abandon. This is ridiculous. Stationery, office supplies, kitchen supplies — generic plates and cups — hell, anything that is not a quality item or a sentimental favorite — give it to a thrift shop (or throw it out) and replace it at the new location. Lesson learned.
Books are the borderline case. Greed for books becomes a serious problem at moving time. I think there are only a relative few you have to have with you in physical form. They’re like your close friends. Then there are the genial acquaintances, books you read once and may be glad you read (or not) but are done with. I am becoming convinced that they belong on a Kindle.
Someone once said, “Why did they name it ‘Kindle’?” and my immediate association was “Fahrenheit 451.” I would never have said this before, but yes! Burn them! Let the physical book be the rare Valhalla attained by texts that are loved so much that people want to have and hold them, to carry their weight. Let the others be free and disembodied spirits contending in the virtual ether for the privilege of embodiment.
A contender for my favorite book is Life of Pi, and I actually bought a beautiful illustrated edition. (They had a contest for the illustrator, and the winner was some Eastern European. Normally illustrations would distract and detract from the images in your own imagination. In this case, quite the contrary.)