Can Happiness be Found in a Moving Box?

[eltd_dropcaps type=”normal” color=”” background_color=””]I[/eltd_dropcaps]’ve done it a lot. Stuffing the things I love into cardboard boxes, sitting on suitcases to close zips over my books—a rollable library I refuse to have anywhere but in the aeroplane cabin with me, to ensure it gets to my new destination in one piece. Moving. Relocating. Starting afresh. I’m a dab hand.