You know the feeling of standing in the middle of a brand new apartment surrounded by a Tetris-like pile of boxes and bags, and experiencing complete and utter paralysis? You know you should really start unpacking, finding places for things, getting organized...instead, you’re staring vacantly into air.
I precisely recall one such moment a couple of years ago. My husband and I had just moved into our Brooklyn one-bedroom. I had also recently moved 7,786 miles from Bombay to Brooklyn, and the furniture we'd eventually have was on a ship dawdling somewhere along the Suez Canal. What we did have, however, were exploding boxes of personal belongings and random odds and ends—and nowhere to put them.