It was all planned out.  I would sell my largest items and invest the profits.  I would spend my last week working during the days and enjoying time with friends during the evenings.  I would fly my mom in to New Orleans on Friday evening.  I would have a mini-moving sale on Saturday morning and a farewell party Saturday evening.  I would pack everything I owned into my Honda Accord and drive away with my mom accompanying me in the passenger seat.  I would feel sad and excited, a blur of many emotions as I said goodbye.  I knew the plan but I forgot how often our plans work out as expected. Continue reading →