I took some pictures of the apartment before and after the lift was loaded. Unfortunately, my camera cable is somewhere in a big pile of things-to-be-sorted and my laptop doesn’t have a cool digital camera flash memory card reader (the desktop with that one is in a box in a metal crate on a train to New York right now). So hopefully some time soon I will be able to post them.

I can describe them though: the first one shows one half of our apartment full of boxes and other things to be packed. The second one shows an almost empty apartment (except for our couches and coffee table that we have sold to the guys who will be taking over our apartment after we have broken our lease).

It is really weird now. The only things left in our apartment are the aforementioned couches and coffee table, a folding table, an air matress and lots of things on the floor that we need to sort through: some we are taking and some we are pitching. We have lived here for our whole marriage – almost two years now – our first home. It is still the same place, but many of the little things that made it home: the sefarim on the bookshelves, the dining room table and chairs, all of our pictures, artwork and posters, and our beds (to name a few items) are now on a train somewhere between Worcester and NYC. It is empty…but not. Don’t quite know how to describe it.

We have to pull it together for another 10 days in Boston, 5 days in New York and then 10 days in Israel before (God willing) being reunited with the bulk of our posessions. Oh well…could be worse.

(Reminders to myself of other things I need to post about: The guys who picked up our furniture, lift-packing day and shopping for a closet at Ikea. Stay tuned, more coming soon)