Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Moving -

Moving to a new home is not for Tired Girls - at least not the way we have done it, where we made it super complicated by half moving and therefore halfway camping out at each place, and selling and giving away lots of stuff, and then going on a trip in the middle of it all, and also showing our house, and both working, and having a puppy, and sometimes showering.  

We are downsizing at our new spot and since we don't need everything we have, and we bought our old house furnished, we aren't sentimental about a lot of it. So we are selling whole rooms - woot woot!! 

Our new place, with our first load to deliver - this was the beginning - before we spent a month being sweaty. Look how relaxed Joe looks for this 30 seconds. Our rental is "Mid Century Modern" which we love. 

It was impossible to enlist much help in the packing process therefore, because every closet and room had things that were to be given away, sold, packed for the movers, or kept out for use for a few extra weeks. I absolutely do NOT have moving tips for Tired Girls, except how to do it wrong.  As the saying goes - if you can't be a good role model you can serve as a warning. 

The movers brought everything that made the cut, but wasn't needed for two weeks, to the new place across the skinny part of the state. We came over every weekend to unpack and get settled and then returned  to work and tie up loose ends over there.

AND back at the old house with the chaos -
Teddy seized my fatigue and decided to lay on the
table for awhile. Ironically there is a dog training
DVD next to him.

The packing and moving and camping out and sweating didn't bother me at all.  It's the chaos that has taken it's toll.  Dog nail clippers, a DVD cover, an old kitchen towel I use for cleaning, a stack of tissue paper and a priceless heirloom have all converged on a table somewhere and for some reason that makes me want to: 
a) scream, and then 
b) head to the fetal position until it's over and all those items have been resolved.  

This blog is one of my favorite past-times, but when movers are hours away from arriving and one hasn't eaten, hasn't walked the puppy, and hasn't quite finished packing the kitchen, one can't say - "Byeeeee I'm off to vent to the public on my blog."

I'm just complaining at this point.  This is all one long excuse. 

So while the dust hasn't totally settled (I can't find my shower cap or my dirty clothes, and there is a bike in my living room)  we are able to move forward with life as I do know where the bowls are and we actually have art on the walls.

AND then we headed to Nashville  in the middle of all of it - to be with friends.
Here is Joe kissing and hugging "hot chicken."
I am looking forward to rejoining the world, from my new spot. I may have to put off going in to hermit-mode for a few weeks, otherwise I will be butting "moving" mode up against "hermit-mode" and that is surely a lickety-split way to get fired and lose all my friends. 

So, my point is - I am back and I am still tired. 

AND back at the new place - there is weird stuff everywhere. Gag.

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