Today and tomorrow are the days to finish my errands and pack up my apartment before the movers come and put me in storage. Deconstructing three years of life, even in a place I didn't plan to stay, is a bit sobering and sad. And of course, I am packing far more boxes that I thought I would have to ship ahead to my destination.

As I wrote in my blogher essay this week, moving on is part of a process of change and growth that's led me far since 2005--but this month brings the most extreme changes yet--a new, exciting company, a stealth venture, and a summer in a new town, the finding another place to live when I get back.

But I feel so distracted! Just one chore after another, until it is time to stop.