We have arrived. We are Hoosiers now.

Moving must be one of life's more miserable moments: the evaluation of everything you own on whether it's worth keeping or not, the interminable trips to the dump, the likewise interminable trips to the liquor store for boxes, the endless packing of those same boxes. Then you get the truck (ours was far too small -- we seriously underestimated how many things/books we had) and begin an all-day stuffing of it, putting things in strategic places, hoping against hope it all fits (it didn't). At the day's end you clean up the now empty house and hand over the keys.

Next day, you begin bright and early and head west, suffering recurrent heart attacks while driving behind your truck as you watch it sway back and forth going over highway bumps (please God, don't let it tip over on the NY Thruway). The trip takes two days, about 20 hours, and when you arrive, you are exhausted. The unpacking begins, always quicker than packing, and you are overjoyed when you begin to see the back of the truck.

Four days of hell, but it is over and things are calming down. Time to rest up, set up shop, and begin life anew.