We sold our house in Valpo and moved into an apartment near campus. Each day is a lesson in mindfulness as I remember that multiple keys are required for entry, and I can’t just dump my purse on the counter and go back outside for more groceries. So far, I have only been locked out twice.
The move was a massive exercise in downsizing, donating, purging, and tossing, yet we still have a rented garage full of boxes at the “flat” (so European).
Last week, I drove to meet my friend Molly for a run. When I returned to our place, I realized that I left the garage door open. I parked in the lot, stepped into the garage, looked around, and thought:
Bummer. Nobody took anything.