Tips from the Universal Household Assistant | Lumber—facts about.—

That drying lumber does not season it, and seasoning lumber is not drying it.
— The Universal Household Assistant, a Cyclopedia of Practical Information, compiled and arranged by S. H. Burt, published by A. L. Burt, 1884. From an entry on "Lumber—facts about.—," page 275.

It’s not that I haven’t entertained the notion of moving before. And it’s not that I think moving is some special thing you should only do if you’re twenty-something or retired or relocating for a job. So why am I so obsessed with the idea of moving that I spend hours in the middle of the night scrolling through Trulia, yet so paralyzed by the idea I can’t talk to a realtor?

That any amount of common air drying does not necessarily, if ever, produce a thorough shrinkage, even though the time be a hundred years.
— ibid.

It’s not even that I haven’t moved before. And it’s not that I feel incapable of moving now, though I accept that I will never love a house the way I love this one. Or is it that what I love are the experiences we’ve had fixing it up? Hanging out in it is also nice but it’s secondary. I can hang anywhere.

That time has nothing to do with either seasoning, shrinking or drying, but is alone the result of condition and heat.
— ibid.
There is so much to consider.

There is so much to consider.

Maybe it’s that coming back from our road trip, I am suddenly so aware that there are all these other ways of living in this country. There are places with huge sky and hardly any people. There are places with pine forest. There are places with dog-friendly clothing stores.

That lumber may be thoroughly seasoned without being either dried or shrunk. That lumber may be made as dry as desired, and yet not be seasoned at all, and with only a partial or very slight shrinkage.
— ibid.

But then again there’s so much I love here. Our friends, our family, our neighborhood, our lake, our gray slushy streets that turn beautiful with holiday lights. I love our theatres and our restaurants and the attitudes of people on the train. I love Harvestime. I love our middle-of-the-country modesty and the unfussiness of even our most passionate pursuits.

That common air never seasons lumber, though it dries it, and can never more than partially shrink the wood.
— ibid.

And would living in one of those places actually change anything? I’ll keep writing or I won’t. I’ll keep getting freelance jobs or I won’t, in which case I’ll have to get a real job, which will be super-stressful because I’ll have to show up somewhere consistently and probably learn how to work a cash register. That could happen anywhere.

That seasoning, shrinking, and drying are each separate and distinct operations, and in most cases do not depend upon each other.
— ibid.

Or could it? What if we pick one of these places I keep scrolling through, like Santa Fe or Flagstaff or southern Colorado, and we sell our wonderful house and move across the country and unpack somewhere else, and then realize we picked the wrong place or the wrong time or failed to do the one simple thing that would have guaranteed our success?

That they are all necessary, though not in the same degree.
— ibid.

People move all the time. Sometimes they move back. But how? How do they prioritize all these conflicting emotions? How do they go forward? Is there one best way to figure this out?

That the order of their value to the wood is in the order named: the seasoning being of the greatest, and the drying of the least value.
— ibid.

Maybe I just have the order wrong. Move first, pick a place second.

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