Believe it or not, our belongings are finally en route to California. Over Christmas, Andrew and I packed up our wedding gifts and re-packed some of the things in my parents' attic and filled a ReloCube--a 6 x 7 x 8' shed-like contraption with doors swing open for loading. We filled it about 2/3 of the way, a pretty hefty tangle of books and odd pieces of furniture and kitchenwares and who knows what else. (Some of those boxes were packed almost two years ago--unpacking them will be a kind of excavation.)
The ReloCube began its journey today. A man came to Connellsville and loaded it onto a truck with a fork-lift; despite having a tracking number, I have the sense of having packed up everything quite nicely for a thief. We strategically bought renter's insurance the day we loaded up the cube, but that's a small comfort. My fingers are crossed that the cube somehow makes it home.