“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night
Saturday was a long and occasionally vexing day, but we got the whole move done in it. On Sunday Jeff got to go gallivanting off to an NFL game because we’d bought the ticket long before our move date (I still think sneakiness might have been involved) but we got our first batch of shopping done and almost all our things organized any way.
Next stop furniture, and what a doozy that will be. We’re preparing to be permanently poor for the foreseeable future! However after crunching some numbers, budgeting, and planning, we were able to afford plane tickets for Christmas in the States, which means we get to see both sides of the family two years in a row. Adulting, we are getting there.
…but we do not yet have internet so your links are a day late, though not a proverbial dollar short! Let me know what your weekend held in the comments!
In case you missed it, this Tiny Desk Concert was pretty great.
An intriguing piece on Secretary Clinton and the common problem of reactions to women looking for a promotion. Regardless of political affiliation, I’ve found her now famous comments about being torn down when seeking a new position as opposed to being relatively well thought of when doing that new position to be insightful.
A query I have often posed to myself. I carry kit enough to invade a small country on a typical day.
Loved this essay from Mike Birbiglia.
I literally cannot tell the different between satire, news, and fiction sometimes these days. Headlines and situations like this do not help.
It’s October, Halloween is coming, start prepping!
Small Dog Syndrome 
I like Birbiglia’s list. I think it’s so American to NEVER EVER QUIT and always automatically aim for the largest audience imaginable because…that’s what official $$$$$ “success” looks like or is supposed to look like.
As for books. Shriek. We’ve sold piles of boxes of books in the past few years and I really need to keep culling and tossing. I think physical books, for many of us, are also visual/comforting reminders of who who were and where we’ve been and what we still hope to learn or know…giving up on them means giving up on a while pile of emotional attachment, not just a bunch of paper.