When I was young, foolish and in better physical condition I used to think moving was a kick. Ordering a dumpster and packing boxes made my pulse race — it was the whole vision of a new place to call home. My husband and I have purchased four homes in thirteen years (not to mention the apartments we lived in during our in-between periods). Now we are gearing up for yet another move…
This time my pulse isn’t racing quite as much with excitement. See, it’s not as easy anymore. Two kids. Three dogs. Two frogs. One snail. One husband. And eighty tons of junk….Ugh!!!!! Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love the place we are in the process of purchasing. It’s on a great piece of land and has a lot of space to spread out (over two acres and 3300 square feet of living space). Now I just need a huge boost of energy. Packing. Cleaning. Painting. Dealing with contractors at both houses.
That bottle of Advil I put away last week is now back firmly in the palm of my hand. My plans for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) which I have done in the past have been wiped off my calendar. From now until the end of December it’s all about my move.
First, I need a quick nap. Just thinking about this is exhausting.