Moooving

Jeff went down to Laramie on Monday; I will follow on Friday with the majority of our furniture and container garden. Oh the joys. Hooray. Hooray.

But enough gripe!

For the past two days Jeff prepared the trailer for our impending arrival. Aside from learning that all of the windows are sealed shut and will need repair, the place seems like it will be a good home. He is treating it with great pride; after all, it is his first "real" home of his own. He is now a property owner.

Growing up, I knew my grandmother's house as The Trailer, a long brown behemoth in Bellflower, California. I loved the place that seemed almost shiplike, compact and with a place for everything and everything in its place. My grandmother even landscaped the yard, inheriting a great rubber tree from the previous owners. My memories of her trailer stayed with me as I grew up, and I've always held a fondness for small spaces because of the summers I spent there. Both Jeff and I agree: we will be happy if we take the trailer with us when it comes time to move away.

Tomorrow I disassemble the furniture and arrange the boxes from Most Important to Least Important. I've learned that most of my possessions consist of books and pottery that my friends and I have made.