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on the move

Friday, May 24th
A few thoughts on moving:
One never has enough boxes.
Packing takes twice as long as one thinks it will.
Just when you think you have an area all cleared out, something mysteriously appears.
Eating becomes an option as time allows and if food can be found.
Toward the end anything goes in a random box or laundry basket or garbage bag to be sorted out later.
You will look through at least two boxes trying to find something you need.
It is possible to get tired of eating out.
Dust bunnies come to life when you try to sweep them onto the dustpan.
You faintly remember promising yourself that you would hire a moving company "next time."
Things of interest are found and distract you from packing.
As the hours turn into days, one questions his or her status in the hoarding community.
One marvels at the simplicity of one's grandparents living in one house their entire married life.
No matter how big the sale/donate pile gets, there is always more stuff to move.
A little thing, like a hot shower at the end of the day, makes things better.
Your home is just a house after your photos come down.
While someone new makes changes, the memories of how it was will longer on for generations.
One realizes how grown up the kids are when they offer and genuinely want to help you pack.
Just when packing comes to an end, unpacking begins.
God granting you a new home is so worth the hassle of packing!

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  1. Amen!!! So beautiful Janet!! I am so excited for you guys and your new home. Praying blessings over every corner and every room!! The unpacking always goes quicker. :) (((HUGS))) sweet friend!

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    1. Thank you! I have been so crazy busy lately I haven't been reading blogs and commenting much. Hope you are doing well! Much love!

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