Moving on

My Dad was an Air Force man. We moved about every two to four years.

Packing, unpacking. Hauling furniture through doorways, up/down stairs.

Loading the van, car, pickup truck. Stuff the boxes, drive to the new place. Growing plies of boxes. Where we gonna put all this stuff? And there’s still more to go.

Back to the old place, we gotta be out by….

It’s been going fast, so far, but there is always a hitch, always a delay, always something unplanned.

Last load, in the dark, last drip of sweat.

Until tomorrow…we will finish it tomorrow…

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