Ha! Who am I kidding?
Sadly, this post isn’t as x-tra special as I’d hoped. I’ve had movers packing my house into cardboard boxes for the last two days.
Today, they’ll load all of our crap onto a moving van and drive it away. My husband, daughter, dogs, and I will be staying with my hubby’s parents for the next two weeks (that might sound crappy, but my in-laws are pretty awesome), and then we’ll be jumping into our trucks and driving to California.
You’d think I’d be well versed in the fine art of moving by now. This is certainly not my first rodeo, after all. Let me tell you: It does NOT get easier.
When the moving van is gone, when our house is exceptionally clean, when our new tenants have signed for their keys, and when we figure out our living situation in California, the cloud of stress that’s been hovering over my head for the last few months will finally dissipate.
Thoughts on moving? Advice to offer? Anecdotes? Stiff drinks?