Bill and Hillary arrived at my door early this morning. No, we weren’t entertaining the former president and Secretary of State, Bill and Hillary are our packers. I thought it ironic that I fit right in as a “Monica”.
Eight hours later, the house is almost empty and reaks of cardboard. I also realized that Bill and Hillary drove away with half of our belongings and I don’t even know either of their last names or have a contact number for them.
Moving involves so many leaps of faith.