Almost There!

Goodbye, apartment! How I loved your red walls and vaulted ceilings...

Are you tired of hearing about my move?

Probably. I am tired of the actual moving!

I promise I will have actual non-moving news, riveting writing posts, and random thoughts in the forseeable future.

There is light at the end of the tunnel. Last night I packed up more boxes. We should have everything out of the apartment by the end of the day - or rather, my hubby will have everything out since I am stuck at work. He has practically done all the moving himself which has amazed me - give him a two-wheeled cart and he can move practically anything (it helps that he was a professional mover in Europe for three years...).

I did some cleaning and laundry last night, too. Now both bathrooms are clean, we have clean clothes, and all that remains to do is clean the refrigerator, mop the floors, and vacuum. Doesn't sound so bad...and tomorrow is Friday.

I even managed to weed through my clothes and get rid of a good amount. I'll donate those as well as some of my daughter's things that she's outgrown. And speaking of my daughter, she is a packrat just like me when it comes to paper and books and tiny toys, and her room will be the hardest of all to organize.

The best part about moving in this fashion (i.e. having an entire month to move) is that the new house pretty much has everything put in its place. We've reused the same boxes over and over again. It's a lot better than having boxes stacked to the ceiling in the new place and taking a month to go through them all.

However, last night I hit the wall when it came to packing. If you've moved, you know the wall I'm talking about - where you just start throwing random stuff into boxes with the promise to yourself that you'll sort through it all when you get to the new house. (insert laughter here).

Moving is also an opportunity to purge, to look at an item you've been carting around for the past 10 years and ask yourself, "Do I really need this?" Unfortunately, I tend to be the sentimental type when it comes to objects and it's really hard for me to throw things away. I'm working on this, though.

Funny story: My cat loves to hide under our bed. It is her "official cowering zone." This morning, my husband moved the mattresses off the bed frame. The cat sat on the floor within the skeleton of the bed frame, looking quite lost and forlorn. I assured her that her "cowering zone" would soon be back in operational order at the new place. She just gave me a very sad meow.

The evening before, my daughter gave the kitty a stuffed animal and kitty ended up cuddling with it for most of the night. Too cute.

In other news...I am itching to get back to my manuscript. I looked through it a bit yesterday and got excited all over again. This is a good thing considering two months ago, I was so bored with it I wanted to chuck it into the trash icon on my computer.

What's the news from your end? Anything exciting?