After 5 years, I decided to use part of my time off to kick-start cleaning my last bastion of full disorganization: the basement storage room. Well, actually, I hired help. :-)
The highly efficient man taking away about two dozen empty boxes went through everything carefully. And he found something I had been frustrated about losing in the move: brass feet to my stereo speakers. I thought I had looked everywhere for them and took it as a sign of too busy a life with too many moves that their location had escaped my memory. (I only remembered the US mover saying, "Now remember, I wrapped and put them here!" I couldn't remember where was "here.")
This week, as I put them in place, I felt I had finally, properly moved in. My stuff is fully unpacked and available for living, like I feel now too.
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