Yes, we moved. Not far, but we still needed boxes and bubble wrap. And let me tell you, we have so much stuff. It’s ironic, really—because as a kid, I used to love moving. Growing up as an Army brat, you develop a love-hate relationship with the whole process. Starting fresh in a new place was always exciting—rearranging your room, decluttering, and having a clean slate. But it was also bittersweet. I always found myself missing my “old life.”