It’s one thing to see your life flash before your eyes; like when you’re driving through high winds on black ice way up in the mountains in a rear-wheel-drive cargo van with baloney-skin tires in winter. That’s traumatic enough; but, when you see all of your stuff coming out of a huge moving van, piece by piece, box by box, a steady stream of things directly and indirectly related to you with varying degrees of usefulness, but all relatively sentimental…when you see this, the trauma is there but it’s subtle.Why? Because you’re too busy wondering how in the world you’re ever going to unpack and find a place for everything!