See, for years we've been living in two places, the Place Near Employers, and the House We Want To Call Home. For obvious reasons, we had to spend a fair bit of time in the Place Near Employers. But recently, our Employers have agreed that, OK, we can live in the House and use the wonders of modern technology to communicate with them.
So we moved. Not just ourselves, but our stuff. All our stuff. Well, not absolutely all--we called the Salvation Army, and 1-800-GOT-JUNK, and like that. But there was plenty left for the movers. And plenty moved to the House. And even more moved to a storage space that we will have fee-free access to until October.
And we don't want all that stuff in the House, because then the House would not be pretty. So before October, there will be garage sales, and donation runs, and recycling runs, and heaps of stuff under a "free" sign at the end of the driveway, and a certain amount of eBaying, and Craigslisting, and, well, in general, we'll be paying the penalty for far too many instances of "Why haul it back and forth? Let's just get another one."
But that's fine. We're home.