Anyone who knows even a little about me knows that I like to be prepared. The desire to be organized runs deep within me. I like to be on time, actually early. Everything must have a place. Our schedule needs to be planned ahead…so I can be prepared enough to be spontaneous. So, when it comes to moving…why would I be any different. Yet, now I am pondering, in my quest for a smooth transition, have I crossed over into the world of presumption?