I just looked at my last post and am a bit horrified about the amount of time that has passed since I last wrote. So many things have happened. I have travelled to one side of the continent and then the other (Halifax and Vancouver). I went to Kansas and Manitoba (Kansas is very far from Saskatchewan when you are driving, Manitoba not so much). I had job interviews and a job resignation. I have found a new place to live in a different city, and a new job.
We will be moving to Vancouver next week and starting a new job the week after, so I guess what has been happening instead of blog writing is life.
We have started packing, and it of course gives a different perspective. I am smitten with the way my plain bookcase looks with no books on it. I would like to keep it like that, except that then I am not sure what I would do with my books.
We are also appalled yet again at how much stuff we have accumulated — where does it come from? And why do we keep doing it? Did we agree to having to deal with so much detritus?