So much to do, so little time...
or so many boxes of stuff that I can't find homes for...
or should I wait to open that box UNTIL I know exactly where I will put the things from inside the box?
All the typical dilemmas of a move,
nothing horrendous, just wanting all the boxes to be gone and life to go on as it has done,
but in a different house.
Oh, and could I please find that magical box
in which I deposited all the screws
that will put my desk back together again?
That would be so very very wonderful!
But in the meantime . . .
the sun is back out
my studio floor is red
and I am finding more treasures
as I open each box.