I react to the newness of my apartment and the oldness of its floors, walls, and hot water heater with hope and bemusement, keyboard silent. I edge my way through the maze of boxes, baskets and crates adding minutes and confusion to my preparations for work, church and errands. Believe me, I don’t need any help. I’m already time-challenged. I proceed slowly, completely emptying a box without keeping things I need to toss, without shuffling things to another drawer or out of the way closet.

Open a box, make a path, clear the view to the light at the end of my frustration.