An Empty House
Today the entirety of my life in Alaska was neatly packed in boxes and put in a truck to be shipped away. The movers arrived at 8:30 and by noon all of mine and Dustin's belongings were in boxes and ready to be put in crates to be shipped to Utah. As I was going through my clothes and belongings, deciding what would be shipped and what would be packed with us in the car on our drive, I realized that in the last two years I've accumulated a lot shit. Not shit in the sense of garbage, just stuff. Our house has never felt full or cluttered, so Dustin and I were under the impression that we just didn't own a lot of things, we were wrong. Our house is somehow capable of holding more things than you would expect. Even though we sold the majority of our large furniture, there was still a lot to be packed away. Our whole life packed away and in the garage I'm now sitting in my nearly-empty living room and I'm reminded of of first few nights Dustin and I spent ...