I have been thinking about how in the midst of a move, objects become almost abstract devoid of their place. When you pile things up, somehow it all just become stuff. Not usable or sentimental, but nevertheless there. I moved into a new space this week, one that needs more thought and work and time but yesterday provided a momentous occasion to get to know my new workspace. For now, here it is, my space to listen to spring arrive and sort out dissertation words and envision what is next.