It takes a lot of trust to move. I am trusting people I don't know to pack all my antiques like the fruit salad bowl, the sewing machine, and the door s that came off Sam's grandfather's house. I am trusting someone I don't know to put everything I own in a truck and get it to Nashville safely. And for that I am paying them more than my year's paycheck in 1970. Oh, well that doesn't happpen until December. I will try to practice letting go until then.
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