If I could shrink everything, or even teleport everything, I wouldn’t have to pack. That would rock. I had to finish a couple of sewing projects before I could pack up the sewing room, though. After I move, I’m keeping it a secret that I sew. Nobody will know, so I will not be hemming pants or making curtains or anything like that. I’ll dive into my stash and create wild and wondrous things and if anyone asks me to make them, I will set the price astronomically high so that they’ll either back off, or make it worth my while. Hubby isn’t going to tell anyone he’s a programmer, either. These will be our secret alter-egos. By day, we will be average New Jersey suburbanites. I can hardly wait.