Our plan was simple. Wayne and I were to fly to Florida, sign closing papers on our new house, pack up the condo, tag items for the movers, and meet them at our new place. Sounds simple, right? Haul a carload or two of clothes and maybe a few boxes of books, some knitting paraphernalia and a bottle or two of wine.
Are you laughing yet? It took three days to pack up the condo and an entire day for the moving company to make the transition. And almost none of it was furniture! Where in the name of heaven did all that "stuff" come from? (I used the word stuff—I won’t tell you what Wayne called it.) By the time we reached the Orlando airport on Sunday afternoon to fly back to Washington state, we were both limping and full of aches and pains.
Even the simplest of moves isn’t for sissies.
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Congrats on the home. more room, more company, more yarn and stuff.... Grandchildren fixes can come here....
Well... 3 years later, I moved back home. My biggest mistake was NOT selling my furniture - dresser set, queen-size bed, bookcases, etc. After things went on the moving van, I had to return to pack up 11 more boxes and ship them home.
All of that is now in storage.
Mom has lived in our house for 40-something years and we've been trying for 5 years to get a new house. She's been packing and throwing out and it seems as if there is no dent and no end in sight!
I hope you and Wayne are all settled in your new home and now recovering by doing something fun!!
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