A Moving Experience: 17 Days. Ben-Hur and I share a trauma

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I was lost in a forest of empty cartons this morning. Since the official shipping boxes arrived yesterday, the time has come to start making hard decisions about what to take with me and what to leave here in storage.

I sat on the floor surrounded by cartons: “ship,” “store”, “sell”, “scrap”, and “who the hell knows?” I was asking myself for the umpteenth time…