Today

Sculpture by Ivan Mestrovic

I am savoring these last few weeks of commuting to-and-fro the city. Bursting from the train tunnel towards the last few minutes of daylight over the meadowlands is a treat I'll miss. 

It's starting to feel like we're moving-for-real. I mean, I've been surrounded by packed boxes for weeks, and furniture has been disappearing or removed to the "staging area" every few days by my lovely wife. But something shifted this week, and I no longer feel entirely in that in-between state of waiting for this move to happen. 

Nine more days of work left!  Seven years'-worth of accounts payable has been filed (more years were tossed), and I've started emptying my office of what we were all led to believe in the movies fits in a lone file box. Ha!

I find myself wondering, "What's next? What does it look like? How does it feel, smell, taste, sound?" as the train whooosh-rushes me home-for-now. 

Cannot wait.