Feet used in the U-pack trailer: 16
Threats of domestic violence: 1 (me to him)
Hurtful profanities: 1 (him to me)
Resolutions to move to an ashram and have no things and no relationships: 1 (me)
Hours of television watched by the Bee: oh, hundreds (to quote Bridget)
Trips to Tartine in the final week: 3
Regrets: too few to mention (except for this one, which is that I regret eating so few burritos in the last two years)
I can't tell you how many boxes there were in the end, because in the end numbers and spreadsheets and color-coding were abandoned for tossing and taping. We'll see how that went when we get there in two weeks. For now Bee and I are recovering at the seashore with my family while doughty Andrew wraps up his work. Next time from New England, kids.
p.s. if you must move cross-country, which is obviously a horrible idea, may I recommend not doing it at a time of record high gas prices. that is all.
Safe Travels!
Posted by: Stephanie | 16 June 2011 at 12:37 AM
Moving is so awful and stressful. My sympathies are with you. At least the hardest part is over, right? So honored we got to accompany you on one of your three trips! How did the bread compare to what you've baked?
Posted by: Amanda | 20 June 2011 at 01:06 PM