Last night

This is it. The last night we all sleep on "the farm". Tomorrow morning we load up the beds and other furniture. Even though the house is half-empty, it still feels a little like home. It has to be a combination of the fact that we still have our couch and TV, and our internet to keep in touch with the world.

We're at that stage of moving, where you don't really know what to do with the leftovers. And one moment you can think that you're almost done, and the next you feel defeated. I'm having one of those rare accomplished feelings right now. Maybe it's because I cleaned off the kitchen counter, and vacuumed the living room. Or maybe it's because I've mentally written off Joe's office and anything that is outside the house. Oh... but even just writing that, makes the defeat set in again.

But I digress. As the clutter slowly disappears at our house, it is just as quickly piling up at the in-laws. Each morning I come back to their house with a carload of stuff, but then I don't have enough time to actually put it away. So our room is piled high with boxes, but those will have to wait until all is done at our house.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel. I can't see it yet, but I know it's there. Somewhere.