Orientation

Out on the water, there’s nothing to guide me but watching the flotsom as it floats next to my vessel, neither clear not hinting at our direction.

A calm haze briefly settles, yet feels greater than time itself as I struggle to rest within muffled anticipation.

Cells take stock, preparing readiness to manage soon rush of heroic adrenaline as movers will not be called, and I will orchestrate everything.

It would be nice if only one trip were possible and needed funds were saved, but how would we get up the hill with a massive truck and car trailer?

Working with knowns and unknowns in such a life-change endeavor can at times seem mind boggling.