Well, it's happening. The packers were here yesterday. The movers are here as I write. It's weird seeing your things carried away, one at a time, by tattooed men. It's like a circus here.
We culled. We gave away. We threw away. We donated. We threw more away. We moved more on freecycle.org -- and on, and on, and on. We're on a first-name basis with the guy who manages the transfer station/recycling center. And nine more cartons of brand-new books to my favorite school in Nashua.
Is this worth 60 cents a pound to be packed, transported, unpacked? Probably not. Toss it.
It's just stuff, right?
The house is echoey now -- O.K., I've never written that word before - not sure how to spell it.
The last time this room was so empty was when we moved in here 28 years ago. It was early September. I still remember how loud that single cricket was when we slept in sleeping bags on the living room floor awaiting the arrival of the moving van.
Sure hope it doesn't take as long to unpack as it took them to pack it all. Yikes.
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Just keep remembering your 'new' home! You'll be there before you know it! God bless. Love ALWAYS,Anne
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