This morning Matt and I finished stuffing everything we own into a Packrat Pod with no serious injuries, crying, or throwing of appliances. I like to think I have some serious moving skills. This is my 3rd move this year, and doing archaeology is really just a sequence of moving stuff out of dirt into boxes and then between labs and museums. Matt's superpower is the Tetris of fitting oddly-shaped objects into square spaces. But. Moving is hard and we are tired. And we wonder things like, "What is that weird plastic thing in the storage closet?" "Are our hangers procreating?" and "Where did all of those baby spiders go that we noticed in the kitchen the other day?
Also, how would you store all of your worldly possessions without your friends? Thank you so much to Southy and Diane for all of those great boxes, Brian and Emily for babysitting skis and beer collections, and Shelby and Ross for pretty much everything else that is keeping us sane these days.