My friend and faithful reader, Bill, suggested that I explain my long silence. While I wish it was because I'd been climbing in Nepal or meditating in Rajasthan or rafting down the Irrawaddy, the truth is that I am following through on my oft-repeated threat to downsize.
In a rare moment of mania following the St. Petersburg half-marathon in February, I impulsively phoned a realtor (from the airport!) and listed my house for sale.
Well, it sold. Fast. Leaving me wondering: what the hell have I done?? And, where the hell did all this stuff come from??
Unable to answer either of those questions, I have nonetheless spent weeks (no exaggeration) sorting through every closet, every drawer, every cabinet, every bookshelf and even -- horrifyingly -- the attic -- to select the tiny fraction of stuff which will join me when I move into 75% less space ten days from now.
For a while there I was feeling overwhelmed, but you know what? I'm actually pretty excited now. And I promise, I'll keep you posted.
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