Moving is hard work.
If you’re lucky, you find a place you love. I did.
Once all of the packing is done, you’re homeless…rootless for a few days maybe. You set up an “office” on the bare living room floor.
In spite of all of the packing, you’re still surprised with the number of boxes the [awesome] movers deliver.
When the movers leave you alone with all of your stuff, the amount of work ahead becomes apparent.
The awesome movers might give you flowers to soften the blow like mine did. Fingers crossed.
You might want to cry. Or surf the internet. Or nap (my favorite).
The clutter makes you feel like the star of an episode of Hoarders (minus 30-40 cats). You worry about having to sleep on the floor.
But you continue and the number of boxes shrinks. You make notes about things you need to buy, and piles of things you need to chuck.
It’s messy, but I’m already starting to feel at home. Let’s see what I can do with a three-day weekend.