Wednesday, August 25, 2010

got those moving blues...

So the thought of moving was fun and exciting and festive, but the actual act of moving is pretty darned tedious! It seems like you pack and pack and you don't even make a dent in the amount of junk you have! Why is it that every time you move into a new place, your life's mission seems to be to fill it with stuff. I want to be one of those native Alaskan (I think!) tribes that gives all their stuff away to determine who gets to be chief. And the sad part is, packing the boxes is only a third of the battle; you also get the fun of moving and then UNpacking them! Yuck!

And you know what really makes moving *extra* fun? Kids. The more the merrier. Kids love moving - there's just nothing they like more than having their things shoved into boxes and hauled away, or leaving neighborhood friends. Thank goodness this is only a local move; when I was a kid we moved cross-country on several occasions - almost always mid-schoolyear - and then you had that whole hurdle to leap. On the other hand a new location did make it more exciting! I think that if it weren't for the back-and-forth nervous half-comprehension of a three-year-old or the ultra-clingy baby, it would only be about half as hard.

Don't get me wrong, I am excited. It's a move in a positive direction to a bigger, nicer house that will (hopefully) be a better fit for us. The neighborhood looks really nice and quiet, with lots of kids. It has a big yard with - imagine this - grass instead of black dirt like we have here. Things may actually stay semi-clean! It's also the same price as we're paying here, so you can't beat that. My only regret is that it doesn't have a fence, but hopefully that won't be a big deal. We just couldn't find anything nice enough and big enough in our area that had a fence. Well, something that wasn't ridiculously overpriced anyway.

All I need is for someone to come wave the magic moving wand and have us two weeks from now, all settled and unpacked in the new house. Poof!

the kids call this Box Mountain - it used to be our living room

just because, Coral and Hobie (except for leg length he's almost as big as her!)

Who, me?

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