moving

Ah, moving. Something I've done at least every 4 years of my entire life, and usually more often than that. And yet, it never gets any easier. In fact, the older I get the harder it is. More stuff. More worries. More work. More anxiety about leaving the old place and wondering about the new.

I'm sad to be leaving Princeton, although I truly do look forward to having a bedroom and sleeping in our own bed again.

Expect more blog inactivity for the next couple of weeks as I'll be doing things like attempting to create order out of chaos...