Ugh. Just Ugh.
I'm exhausted. Days and days of packing and it's still not quite done. I hate cardboard boxes and bubble wrap and tape. My hands feel swollen. I think I need to sleep. I may just do that for an hour or two.
I want to open my eyes and find myself in Massachusetts. My people have a saying: the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single shlep. I'm shlepping.
