Always an adventure,
one that never goes fast.
It’s either fun or torture,
yet both seem to last.
A trip across the country,
or just down the street.
So many boxes in a U-haul,
it seems the standard fleet.
You can eat at a restaurant
more than once a week.
You can break down in mid summer,
stay in a hotel sweet.
The arrival is like the beginning,
you wish you were already there.
Take out dishes, stack up boxes,
let’s break out the comfy chair.
To move is to leave behind,
nearly everything you know.
But the arrival is another beginning,
unique memories so you can grow.
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