Getting there. Have driven 150 miles in a van today — not as terrifying as I was expecting, as the van was a lot easier to handle than the last one I drove.

The day opened with lots of packing of stuff into said van. This is a procedure by turns exhausting, frustrating, infuriating and stressful. And occasionally — for brief snatches of time when that box fits in just right like that long Tetris piece that comes along at just the right moment — satisfying. But that doesn’t happen much.

I didn’t get everything in the van, not because it didn’t fit but because I got to that stage where you’re so tired you want to throw things. I also determined that if I didn’t set off then I probably wouldn’t, making hiring a van somewhat unnecessary.

Still, it’s done now — the van is unloaded and I’m lying in bed, prepared to get up super early to drive 150 miles back to return the van, then drive all the way back again with hopefully the final load of stuff.

Then I get to unpack. Yay. That’s the fun bit though — you get to put stuff where it lives, and you end up with a finished house.

Nearly there.