Relative Something

We ate out last night.

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I used to think that I hate to pack. Now I have learned that the real  bugaboo is unpacking! It is almost enough to make me like packing, at least, in comparison. Yesterday, while attempting to break down boxes and collect all of the paper and bubble wrap into a bag, I discovered two items that didn’t get taken out of the boxes.

The question that comes to mind is, did I find the only two items that were overlooked, or are these just the ones I caught of the variety of other somethings that were missed?

We accumulated all these boxes and the packing material over time, so it never seemed like a large amount. Now, all at once, I am stacking the collection of boxes and piling up a huge mound of paper and bubble wrap. It is a mountain, and there are still plenty of boxes in the house that haven’t been emptied. It is an insane amount.

Luckily, I didn’t have to carry all these boxes onto, or off of, the moving truck. Me thinks that was money well spent.