I like when promises are made, but I love it when they are, not only kept, but honored. Yes, it took two weeks longer than hinted to. But Monti Movers, brought all my items exactly as I had packed them. I began to pester them with the same inane question: «is my stuff already here?» the day they had hinted my packages might arrive. I always knew that the date depended not on them, but on other movers, such as myself, and the amount of boxes that were to share my stuff’s crate. They always answered the phone. They were always reassuringly polite: «It is on it’s way. You will get it soon.» Even if «soon» sometimes seems like forever, life went by and I got that anticipated call. «Thursday. We will be there on Thursday.» All nine boxes of a life done with, of inherited wine glasses, of photo albums, over twenty journals(some that ought to be burned or sold as comedic material), and lots of art. He was not even out of the door when I was knifing brown tape and letting the past run amock and loose in the apartment. One piece. Finally all of me in one place, and in place. Everything in one piece… including me.