The Porcelain Princess & The End of an Era
It’s August, which brings back vivid memories of August one year ago, when my husband and I were in the throes of packing, organizing, purging, planning, and preparing for our move from Denver to a small town somewhere in the middle of Missouri. At least I think it’s in the middle of Missouri. I’m still not sure.
Full disclosure, only one of us was deep in the throes of preparing. Having been raised in a tribe which thrives on not only being well-prepared, but over-prepared, I spent hours a day planning our move and deciding what to keep, what to throw out, what to donate, etc. My husband, however, has a more casual attitude, since he was raised in a tribe whose motto was “there’s always tomorrow.”
To complicate matters, my husband and a few of his friends...
