“We’re moving.”
That phrase became a reality this past Monday after weeks of culling and purging and organizing. Hubby made at least 8 trips to Goodwill, and we considered a generous tip for the garbage men who’ve hauled away much more than our usual amount of trash. Even with all our sorting and tossing, all our worldly belongings nearly filled the moving van. And watching all your belongings drive away is a bit heart-stopping.
Packing up 18 years of memories isn’t easy. Is it odd that my husband was more nostalgic than I was?
On Tuesday, we arrived at the rental house and discovered a mix-up with the gas company meant we’d have no heat on a night that was supposed to drop to 32 degrees. Even the dog was shivering. We (I) quickly decided to spend a warm, cozy night at the local LaQuinta Inn. The next day, the movers arrived, along with the gas company. Ahhh!
I thought I’d share with you the thoughts that have been running through my head as I unpack and organize and get used to a new (temporary) home:
There should be a rule that any vacant residence must have at least one roll of toilet paper in each bathroom before it can be rented or sold.
When I’ve unpacked a box, why does the paper used for packing fill the box to overflowing? Is the moving company in cahoots with the paper company?
Where are the bed linens?
Did they really need to wrap an unopened package of toilet paper in three sheets of paper? Were they worried it might break? Someone in the moving company must own stock in the paper company.
Where are the plates?
And the utensils?
Nothing fits. Anywhere.
Where are the light bulbs?
Why is the storm siren going off at 9:30 p.m. under a clear sky? Maybe they’re celebrating 32 degrees?
Where are the bed linens? The plates? The utensils? And the light bulbs?
I’ve never lived in a house with a bathroom chandelier. Until now.
I’m loving this adventure!
Have you moved once, twice, or a jillion times? What do you remember most about moving?
