Let me start with saying, I HATE moving. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. The thought of a new house (with more space & a garage) is exciting, but getting there sucks. I'm not trying to be a Debbie Downer about moving, just realistic. I was amazed at how much stuff we acquired in a mere 5 years of living in our first home on Cedar Green (which was only 1000 sq ft). Moving makes you see where owning less would make life easier & less stressful. But it's hard to convince the kids (and perhaps even me) of that. (Note to self- work on acquiring less.) There is one good thing about moving though - purging! I thinks it's good to purge (the crap you keep putting in the attic swearing to use in the near future, but forget about the second you step off the ladder) every few years. Of course, I love the idea of purging, but have a hard time getting started, just ask C. Compounding our move, was the fact that we were homeless (for a few hours) between the selling of our old house and buying our new one. Which meant all of our crap had to fit in the moving truck prior to moving day. The other issue we ran into was time. Moving never seems to go as planned, at least not in my experience. In the end, it all worked out with the help of some friends. Next time (which I hope is decades away) we will pay someone to move all of our "stuff".
No matter how much you pack, there's always more.
(and stuff always gets lost or broken)
Last night in our old house. The kids loved sleeping on the floor.
The place looks so big (without stuff).
Breakfast on the window sill.
