Moving and why it sucks...

I've said it a thousand times...I hate moving. Everything about it; packing, lifting, lugging, and unpacking. You can hire people to do all of this...if you have the money to do that and that's wonderful for the folks who can afford it, but for us 'regular' folks that have to manage on our own it's an overwhelming task.

For the last two weekends, with the first weekend being a long one with the Memorial Day added on, we barely managed to get enough moved to just live on for the first week in the house. This last weekend we hired one guy to help move some more over and this time we managed to do a bit better...but I use those words loosely because that merely means we can hardly move around in the house right now.

We have at least one or two more weekends - at least - before we can say we're really moved out of the old house and into the new one. Truth be told, we've actually moved back and forth a couple of times between the two houses. The house we're moving out of right now is the house my husband owned before we were married 5.5 years ago and the house we're moving back into is the one that I owned before we were married.

Over the years we've helped relatives by allowing them to live in one or the other of the two houses. First my sister in law moved from California to North Carolina; she was having some problems selling her one bedroom condo and was having money flow problems as a result of this situation so we let her and her boys move into my husband's house for almost a year until hers was sold and she purchased another one in Smithfield.

Then when my son was finishing up school in Florida and he and my daughter in law were inquiring about moving to NC; we let them move into the townhouse. My husband, Tony, and I discussed which house would be better for them since she was expecting their first child (my first grandchild) and decided to move out of my townhouse and into my husband's house so that they could have the townhouse - which was more up to date on appliances, heat pump, and so forth. They did decide to paint and have some different flooring put down after they got there - which I decided to let them do so that they would be happy with their surroundings.

After my grandson, Liam, was born they decided to move back to Florida (they missed being there)...BTW...I cried for months afterward...and the house was empty again.

Other nightmares occurred with the house but I will go into that in another posting. Be sure to read it; it's very educational.

Anyway, we're moving back into my house and it's going to take forever to be done. We never really did get rid of enough stuff when we merged our two households together so now we're paying the price for that. It just gets so hard when you get older to move and we're feeling those pains associated with that right now. I've got bumps and bruises in areas that I had long forgotten about...you don't want to even know!!

More on this drama later...