Volcanos melting down

So it begins...We are packing for the imminent house move. I have spent the last three days emptying and packing shed and garden stuff, nevermind the house. I have moved probably half a ton of clay from one place to another, only to have to move it back at a later date. The futility of life... The house feels sad that we're going. It looks forlorn, stripped of our pictures and pottery, our life. Chris says she has switched off her emotions, I'm finding it difficult to let go. Got to let it ride. Will have to say goodbye to the house ghosts too... will miss them.