The last big domino just fell: the van. We bought one. We’ll introduce you shortly. We can now leave Chicago.
The preparations feel nearly constant. We had to take a break this weekend after wrapping up the van sale and just sit on a couch and relax for a bit. Moving continuously, winding down our jobs, selling our condo, buying a car, purchasing auto insurance, finding a car loan, web consulting, cleaning up cat poo, sleeping in strange beds … it’s piling up and wearing us thin. Miles to go before we’re free; 12 days to go before we’re free.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.