feeling fat, being sick, having to work late?
None of that is fun, surely not moving.
Though I don't know when exactly we'll move, I've already started the awful process.
Packing.
It's harder than you think to take everything you own - EVERYTHING - and put it in a box.
I can't do it without going through my things and deciding what I no longer want or need. We just started this process a few weeks ago and already a quarter of my garage, at least, is filled with things I'm going to sell or give away.
Purging feels great.
But there's so much still to go.
It's overwhelming.
Yesterday, Rye and I were downstairs in the basement and I just looked around said, "Wow, we have so much stuff."
He looked at me and said, "I know."
Wish us luck.
5 comments:
Good luck. Do you have an idea where you might end up? You are being very smart by starting now even though you don't know when you might move. Good job!
As soon as the house sells, we'll move (unless Rye has already started kindergarten. Then I don't know ...)
You know where I hope to end up, Jeannine!
Yes, I do know. I am glad that you are still leaning that way.:)
Oh goodness, best wishes to you on your moving journey. I know it's not the most enjoyable experience, but it'll be worth it, right? :)
p.s. new to your blog, but I really like it!
Hi Karma! Welcome. Glad you found me. Hope you'll come back. And THANKS for the well wishes - I'll need them!
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