The problem with helping start a new co-op house is that it gets in the way of blogging. How inconvenient. But I guess it should be good fodder for writing, I think, right? Well, let me try.

I've been so busy that I only found time to post an update about the co-op when I boarded a train to Albuquerque on Saturday.

Packing and unpacking took forever, as they often will, but moving day itself wasn't too bad—four of us guys, one fourteen-foot rental truck, three hours.  Not including the pick-up and drop-off of the truck, but still, pretty good.  There's a lot to be said for a simpler lifestyle, and there's one big piece of evidence right there.  

My first bedroom in this co-op house was tiny—maybe 7 x 11 feet, and so I had to make hard decisions as to what keep in there and what I could temporarily part with. I moved out of the room only eight months later, and over the years I have gradually moved to bigger and bigger rooms within the house. But I never went through my stuff in the attic until last week. Going through these possessions was like going through a time capsule from 2003. I knew basically what was up there, but had forgotten about a lot of this stuff.