On the one hand, when you wake up at 5 a.m., you can see the sun rise over the mountains, and that is a glorious thing to see; on the other, you know that, come that afternoon civil procedure class, you’ll be hurting—and when the time comes to move the mattress out of storage, you will be a danger to yourself and others.
Tomorrow morning that coffee’ll come from your own coffee press, in your own kitchen, oh wonder of wonders.
I will admit that there was something particularly neat about bringing the first load of stuff into the house, and something even neater about walking out of the parking lot at the Scary Arms for the last time, knowing that we never have to go back.