Our apartment is filled with cardboard boxes — empty boxes, filled boxes, boxes waiting to be assembled. Our lives are filled with all the details of moving — renting the moving container, closing down accounts, arranging details.
With all the chaos and stress of moving, I find myself forgetting things — little things, mostly. I drove up to Ferry Beach Conference Center in Maine today, to lead a week-long workshop in small church religious education programs, and when I got here I realized that I had forgotten my cell phone. Forgetting my cell phone is a relatively small thing — I did remember to bring my laptop, which is my primary communication tool. But it’s annoying to forget things like that.
I’ll be glad when we have finished moving, and life settles down a little bit.