moving in

Have you ever heard of anyone having an awesome or a fun or an amazing move? I don’t think it’s possible. How can moving ever be awesome, amazing or fun? We have moved a lot, so you would think we would be old pros at this sort of thing, but in reality, it has never ever gotten to a ‘fun’ level no matter how well we plan or organize or how much time we have. Compared to other moves–in particular our last horrendous cross-country move–this was a breeze. Everything accounted for and in one piece this go-round.

In the end, there’s always the mad scramble, the search for any sort of bag to stuff something in, the indifference towards once-treasured items that end up in the trash heap. We say this every single time we move, but we are really over our stuff. And even though we are moving into a bigger place, we sort of just want to toss everything and start with nothing.

The kitties moved before we went to South Africa, so they were already at home by the time we returned. It took us a little longer to get used to the idea that we actually lived here now. Seeing our furniture in the new house for the first time was pretty strange at first, but a couple of nights huddled by the fireplace later, and now we can’t imagine living anywhere else.

ps – happy birthday, Dad, wherever you may be. Wish we could have you over for a drink to celebrate.