Seventeen years, nine houses, three states, and two coasts later
The email that topped my inbox caught me by surprise. The sender’s name was totally unfamiliar, but there it sat in my most spam-proof folder with the subject, “Your personal offer listing.”
A click and an “a-ha” later, the pieces came together: I’d forgotten that months prior, before pandemic purging was even a thing, I’d contacted a china resale outfit I’d found on the Internet, and the e-mail was informing me that my collection had been accepted. …
