Packing and unpacking took forever, as they often will, but moving day itself wasn't too bad—four of us guys, one fourteen-foot rental truck, three hours.  Not including the pick-up and drop-off of the truck, but still, pretty good.  There's a lot to be said for a simpler lifestyle, and there's one big piece of evidence right there.  

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Yes, I'm moving to another co-op, after 5 ½ years at my current one.  A co-op on the other side of the Capitol was needing members, and after deliberating and praying about it, I decided it was time for me to take the leap. 

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The neighborhood has settled down after it's busy upside-down moving day last weekend. The streets are clean again, and any crazy shuffling is now going on within the various rooms and apartments of this block.  As for our house, we have had four new people move into our co-op house within the last week. We are a House In Transition.

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My first bedroom in this co-op house was tiny—maybe 7 x 11 feet, and so I had to make hard decisions as to what keep in there and what I could temporarily part with. I moved out of the room only eight months later, and over the years I have gradually moved to bigger and bigger rooms within the house. But I never went through my stuff in the attic until last week. Going through these possessions was like going through a time capsule from 2003. I knew basically what was up there, but had forgotten about a lot of this stuff.

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Today, a couple of young women stopped by our co-op house. One of them explained that her mother lived here in this co-op in 1973, and that her parents met here. They wondered if they could have a tour of the co-op and be allowed to take a few pictures.

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