In under five hours, my kids, my ex, my parents and half a dozen young men from my old ward loaded a 16' truck with all of my remaining worldly possessions from my husband's house and unloaded it at my ex's.
My youngest daughter, L—, told me as we headed up the hill: "It feels like a giant load has been lifted."
Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?
Before we pulled away from our old place my parents asked me if I was doing okay. "I'm great," I told them. "The hard part is over."
Now we're going to eat. Then I'm going to nap.
And my dreams will be light and easy.