Well, it's the countdown. Three weeks from tomorrow, moving men will come to expateek's house and they'll pack up every single thing into cardboard boxes, using rolls and rolls of sticky labels and packing tape. Then they'll load all those boxes into a shipping container, and every last speck of it will be out-of-sight, out-of-mind for a couple of months.
Possibly leaving expateek out-of-her-mind, but never mind.
When expateek thinks about moving yet again, she calms down by contemplating her lovely lamp. It reminds her of a favorite childhood book, Goodnight Moon.
And she takes some small comfort in the fact that the moon in the night sky will still look the same, no matter where expateek ends up on the planet.