Yeah, the weight of that thought smacked me around quite a bit when it really sunk in for the first time. It's intensely liberating in a way, though.

On the subject of naming objects: I just realized that I've had my car, Luna, for six years, and I named her the day I bought her, but I've had my current trusty mountain bike for over ten years without a name. I think it's reached the stage where naming it would be like naming one of my toes - it's just a part of me, and doesn't need a name anymore.

If you want help with the impending move, gimme a yell.