Our apartment, 17 days away from our move date, has become a sea of boxes.

My baby made some amazing packing progress while I was off falderalling in Wisconsin with my sister Erica and extended family.

Closets are being emptied, and we’re using the linen closet to keep the things we want to carry over with us separately–tool boxes, some clothing and the like.

My wonderful devotional corner is no longer exactly the haven of peace and sunlight and window-gazing that it used to be . . .

but I say:

Stack ’em to the heavens!

One huge plus of moving right before baby Alice joins us: I won’t have to deep clean our new place! Because (presumably) it will be clean to begin with. That alone makes this painful de-nesting extravaganza pretty darn worth it.

Not to mention the in-unit washer and dryer the mere idea of which sends me into a frenzy of happiness.

Packing. It’s where we’re at.