It took days to figure out which boxes were which, and it makes you quickly realize how much junk you actually own. In my case, I realized I mostly only own junk.
But finally, in a box someone labeled kitchen, I found all my jewelry/office/shipping things and set up shop. Judging by the handwriting, that someone was me.
Apparently moving is not my strong suit.
So now I can resume my life of designing jewelry with the added task of designing bathrooms. Maybe I should become a general contractor. I can take southern Louisiana by storm, building houses in stylish jewels.