Seeing most all one's worldly possessions crammed into one room is a bit disconcerting. And somewhat disheartening, too. When the flying monkeys dis-assembled the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, he said, "well, that's me all over." I'm feeling a that way. All over.
The condo in which I was living was rented and I had to move. Now all my stuff is in storage (very oddly at my place of work. We had an empty, unused room. The price is right).
I'm crashing with friends for a while until a Way opens for something more permanent (which may be crashing with friends.
I never need fear being truly "homeless." Though my spirit feels a bit un-moored.
I'll post some pictures of the move and all my stuff. when I can.