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We set a deadline in December — by Em’s birthday we would move into our own place. We have often selected deadlines like this, arbitrarily, knowing that we don’t really mean to hold them too rigorously. But as the search for our next home progressed to a plan and then a lease, we found ourselves officially unpacking on that very day.

I spent three days ferrying boxes from storage, belongings we had not seen for over a year. My father and new nephew helped move the furniture that had sat wrapped in plastic that whole time. Then Saturday came and we packed our clothes into suitcases, scrubbed and vacuumed, and made the short drive to our new apartment. So there we were, washing dust dishes and linens, breaking down boxes and bubble wrap when we realized it was Em’s birthday. Even she had forgotten.

The process of unpacking is a pain but it affords that transition in our minds of moving the notion of great significance called home. I have done it a few times now, and the move back to Oregon was the toughest. We both came knowing that we would be in transition, temporarily setting up camp but planning to move in a matter of weeks or months. It took seventeen. Let’s all exhale together now.

Our connection to The Cloud finally got setup today and I moved the office. I had been commuting back to our temporary home for the past two-weeks to get things done. But now I am sitting in the second bedroom, henceforth known as The Office. The move is finally done.