Miles To Go Before We’re Free

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.

Robert Frost