When I was in my late teens and early 20's I loved moving. For a while there I was moving around every 6 months. I thrived on change. I was strong enough to carry most boxes and cute enough to get someone else to carry the rest. I had very little mail to forward/ address change and no one depending on me to make sure they will have a school to attend in 3 weeks (not that he would mind sitting out the rest of the year).
Fast forward a dozen or so years... moving is a big pain in my big rear! The end result is very much something to look forward too, but right now I keep catching myself wandering around my 1/2 packed house with empty boxes and a dusting rag really wondering if 10 in the morning is too early for a glass of wine.
Argh!
5 comments:
The end result will be worth it. That house has been calling you for a long time. [Smiling.]
Grandpa P. swore NEVER to move that big old desk up stairs again.
And yes, the end result will be worth the effort.
Hark - do I hear the Book Loft calling????
g/e
g/e: why yes, yes you do hear the Book Loft calling. I already went in and arranged for 3 shifst a week
smalltown mom: I am smiling too!
Your son is smiling too.
He's telling me a joke: "I know this town like the back of my hand. [Looks at back of hand...] Hey, what's that?
We've had a great day.
Good luck! Moving is not fun once you have to move a house and a family instead of an apartment and just yourself!
Just found your blog!
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