It's Final, I Moved to Maine: the STUFF arrived

Unloading the STUFF at Penobscot storage.

The Uhaul was packed up at the shipping transfer station in southern Maine by Jasper's father, Evans. Thank you Evans.

And was unpacked in Downeast Maine by Jasper, inheritor of what these two men refer to as "the packing gene." Thank you, Jasper.

Now my stuff rests a while longer in storage waiting for me to find it a resting place. I can't wait to dig into that box I labeled, "SORT or DIE." Also, I'm anxious to crack open that box labeled "Broken Hard Drives," which is not to be confused with the box labeled "Well-Loved and Savable Hard Drives."

I should mention that I packed my stuff into storage in a one-week panic last March. I will not be held responsible for the contents of these boxes.