The sequence of 'lasts' have begun.

Labor day is often considered to be the last weekend of summer.

But for me, the important thing to note is that it was the first of September. Time to pay rent.

The rent check I just handed over was the last one. The sequence of lasts has started. I don’t know how many I’ll have, but none of them are a big deal. “Last meal.” “Last night.” “Last box to pack.”

Got to admit, I wasn’t really excited about this move until now. It was an abstract thing before, now it’s real.

That the destination still has no siding on it is irrelevant, it’s happening. 42 days.