A personal journal about teaching the Bible and ancient Near Eastern history/theology/religion/archaeology to university students in New Orleans, and whatever else happens to be on my mind.
Friday, August 22, 2008
The Last Move of My Life
In just one hour, I will walk from my office to a gas station which rents moving trucks. I'll fill out some forms, and then drive off to start loading our material possessions, things that have been sitting so long in storage. We hope to load the truck tonight and then park it in front of our house, and then when we wake up tomorrow, we'll start unloading. Then I'll drive the short distance over to the house where we live now, and start loading that stuff, and then we'll unload it. I'll be tired and sweaty, but I'm very much looking forward to this, because I don't anticipate ever having to move again. I plan on living in this house until the day that I die, which according to Deathclock is in 14 short years. So I'll help carry the stuff we own inside, but someone else will have to bring these things and my corpse out one day. I'll try to lose some weight so it's not too much of a burden.
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6 comments:
Welcome home. I'm so happy for you and your family. It's been a long time coming.
Enjoy your homecoming!!
Please put a good padlock on the back of that truck and disconnect the battery before you go to bed tonight.
There have been a lot of auto thefts in the third district the last couple of weeks.
Good luck with the move.
Mazel tov!
I hope the move is going well.
Dang, you are one morbid malaka. Bet you're glad to be home but not on the range.
Hurrah for you all!!! R & self had a bottle of red wine (good for the heart, you know) to celebrate. So glad to hear you are home.
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