Moving for Love, Alone

I may be moving for love, but I'm doing the day-to-day part of it alone. The packing, the planning, the dealing with my crazy landlord, the figuring out the logistics of how to get all my furniture to the street--all of this is left to me. And this is okay, since it underscores the independent aspect of this move, the part of it that is separate from moving for love--the part of it that's mine and mine alone. Whatever aspect of this I ultimately want to write about, whatever angle stands out, will be rooted in something that's mine. I'll remember this as I field calls and questions, lift boxes and haul things around.