My life the last year has been one big series of packing and unpacking. I packed up and left DC. I unpacked at my brother’s place in MN. I packed up the car and left MN. I packed/unpacked lots of little times at various stops along the way on my 10 day road trip. I rolled into Bishop that morning and the next day, found myself unpacking in my new rental cottage.

Four months later, I’m packing up the cottage and leaving Bishop. Unpacking again at my brother’s place. Now six weeks later, I’m packing up again for my move to SF.

I love traveling. I love seeing new sights. I wouldn’t trade this amazing experience for anything, but I hate packing/unpacking.

Sigh. Back to packing.