There was a lot of build-up to the move. Vehicular options considered, sifted and selected. Belongings sorted and parceled out as their merits dictated. Family and friends lovingly conscripted. We loaded on a couple of days in late June, then set off into two days of blurry driving, followed by a full day of hazy unloading in three different locales. I've moved several times, and clearly recall how liberating it was when I could fit everything into my Ford Aspire. Now, though, moving is decidedly limbo-like: one must die (or feel like it) to get there, into that quintessentially neither-here-nor-there experience. As others before and after us, we made it more or less intact, and none the worse for what we left behind. Sliding through it in a short slide show seems like the right representation. The panorama pix (the *good* ones) are by my brother, Eric Knisley.
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February 2012
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