I’m in North Carolina a few days this week, helping our youngest child get settled into her final year at school. My jaw dropped when I saw the mountains of stuff she had in her storage unit, and as I kept hoisting giant bag after giant bag out of the place, I was reminded of perhaps one of life’s most noble truths: moving sucks! Which is precisely why I bought a place way too big for myself when I was 26 and intend to die there!
