When he arrived, she sat up just enough to give him room to sit and to kiss him, before flopping across his lap, "Two boxes are packed," she said as she motioned in their vague direction, "I don't know if I want half the stuff here. I am not attached to most of it, it's only what I inherited. But it'd be a shame to just leave it."
She looked over her shoulder and up at him. "And what I do want, it's hard to sort through what's important, and what isn't. I'm not good at picking up and going, even if it's only been a few months. At least it's with someone I love dearly, someone who makes home wherever he is."