Knee deep in boxes, silver Sharpies, packing tape and bubble wrap.
Two weeks from now we will be releasing our possesions from their cardboard prisons into the wilds of Brooklyn.
It's funny how moving is like opening up your soul and your spirit and your mind.
I feel weird right now - kind of vulnerable - probably owing to the memories brought up in this process of packing - good memories, bad memories, memories otherwise forgotten and likely forgotten again until the next time.
Things moved from familiar places. Ghosts being left behind. New places to learn and explore.
Mixed emotions. Excitement. Dread. Fear. Relief. Sadness. Hope.
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