Friday, June 27, 2008
Moving
One nice thing about the Internet is that even when we move from this house, where we raised our family, my address here at Pandababy won't change.
Yes, after twenty-three years in this house, we are putting it up for sale. I'm packing up my books, Leo is throwing out clutter from the garage, and my niece, a John. L. Scott broker, is coming over to list the property next Monday. We are moving to an apartment (no yard, just a balcony). Oh well, back to sorting, tossing, packing...
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3 comments:
where ya movin to?
Some new apartments in the same zip code is the plan - it depends on whether they fill up before the house sells. Ironically, it takes the same effort (minus the driving) to move a few miles or a few hundred miles: pack it all up, load it in a truck (or in our case, a POD), then reverse procedures, and unload, unpack. The thing that is wearing me out is all the decisions: separate the junk, send the rest we don't want to Goodwill, except for a few gifts for relatives, what to pack for storage, what to pack for immediate use... It is all the sorting, sorting, sorting. I'm terribly cranky over it. After all you went through in your move, I should be ashamed to complain. It's just sorting stuff.
hah! well no, that's alright. anyone moving has my sympathy. it's no picnic.
hope you get settled quickly!
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