You don't have to live like a refugee

Last week I moved to a new apartment in the same building I've been living in since 2014. The move was less expensive this time around since my son and I did all the labor, with the exception of two Central American guys ( more on that shortly) but it was no less physically and emotionally exhausting. The lifting of most of the heavy furniture is always less difficult than gathering up all the little things, the pens the pieces of paper on the floor that have to be inspected and all the bric a brac and and miscellaneous items in drawers and in shelves. I always make a vow that after the after the move I will have a monthly throw-something out day, and it is a vow that is never kept.