19 February 2024

Today is moving day, or at least packing up the truck day. Movers are coming to pack up a truck tonight and tomorrow it’ll be delivered to the new house. I can’t guarantee consistency in my work for the next couple weeks, least of all because the house won’t have internet, but I’ll be busy. I’ve been busy, and I’m still sick. My wife and I rested as much as we could, rotating packing, caring for the baby, and resting. We’re getting it done though, looks like the plan should work well. The wife and baby leave today on their own journey, I’ll leave with the truck tomorrow escorting the dog, and the cats have been dropped off at my sister in law’s. Moving has to be one of the worst things for an adult to do because it takes so much to coordinate. I say adult because from about ages 17-30 I was living in a new place every year and the Army had me living out of a bag; in truth it was two duffle bags and a ruck sack. Laying down roots make it painful to pull them up though without the ability to lay roots a creature doesn’t begin to live. Our modern world with short attention spans ignores depth, people think more information is good and they don’t discriminate on what that information is, instead thinking truth is good and more truth is better. Focus on one thing, let it grow roots, that is becoming one with your environment, then the individual and the environment begin to shape each other. People are afraid to loose themselves to the whole, they stay grounded, never learning to fly. There is more out there than anyone can tell you, it’s painful knowledge to acquire.