While it's true that I have moved several boxes of stuff for my daughters, and the largest roller bag in the world and a couple more boxes for my mom, I would have thought that eight carloads might have done it. I'm predicting that unless I really give away most of what's in my garage, there are a half dozen more trips I must make if I truly want to leave only the furniture for the movers.
On a more positive note, I'm feeling rather comfortable in my new place.
Quite like a queen despite the paired down shoe collection. With such a nice closet, who needs shoes? Though as you can see, I still have quite a few pairs.
The rest of the place will no doubt be cozier once it's fully furnished......
And I'm not rattling around there all by myself.
I'm not exactly sure what the prince and princess are up to in this picture. My grandchildren set up these little scenes when they were visiting. It might be that the princess is throwing the prince from the parapet. Or maybe they're dancing in the moonlight. I hope to be dancing at my new place with the moon reflecting off the water later this summer.
4 comments:
There is a name for your boat. "Dancing in the Moonlight".
Moving is always, always a huge drag. Have a Margarita or 5.
Here's a phrase which has gotten me through many situations: It's a process.
I don't know why, but that is comforting to me. I hope it is to you, too.
hang in there....
I can't wait to see your new place. And I know how much you invest in everything -- as symbolic, as allusory, etc. -- let this truly be a new and wonderful beginning. As Sam always said, "Onward."
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