Move anxiety.

The preparations for moving loom over us. A long list of to do. We've interviewed moving companies but we haven't selected one yet (update: we have selected United). We must, though, or else we're going to pay a $4.00/gallon gas cost. Moving is this vague concept to Turner. He's concerned about missing out on Tyler and his Pokemon game this summer (Tyler usually gets her in July) and he's worried about how he'll see Kilan in the future. What friends we've made. Four years feels like a whole big chunk of our lives together.

I'm standing at the island making lists of stuff to do and sorting through the moving company estimates. Turner is working at the kitchen table.

"Mom? When the movers take our stuff, what will happen to my stuffed animals?" Turner has taken on a small zoo of stuffed animals that surround him as he sleeps. Since he doesn't make his bed regularly, he just crawls back into a nest-like space each night with LaLa Bear, two cardinal birds, several Webkinz, and a lion that Kilan gave him when we first moved to Tucson.

"We will take some stuff in our car and drive it to Asheville. All the rest will go in the big moving truck. So you can put your animals in a box to go on the truck or you can bring them in the car. Up to you."

He thinks on this. "Will we write on the box what is inside?"

"We can. That makes unpacking easier. Usually we write the room at least, like 'Turner's bedroom' on the box."

"OK. Well can you make sure that the movers get all my stuff into boxes with my name on them?"

"Sure thing buddy."