As we get ready to leave Mudder and Fadder’s, I have to keep reminding myself of why we have been ‘in the process’ of moving for the past six months – short term pain for long term gain. I know that we are moving to a location and into a house that will provide a longer term, stable environment for us and our children (it was looking like four moves over the next five years with the CF, starting this coming summer). We look forward to becoming re-acquainted with old friends, making new friends and living near them for years and years and years.
All that still does not make me look forward to the coming weeks.
DH went to NS and packed the house (with the local moving company). He got back last Thursday and we hope to be reunited with our belongings after almost six months this week. But, you know what that means? Boxes. Lots and lots and lots of boxes. Boxes that I have to systematically open, sort, wash their contents and stow away. Boxes that might become furniture as it might take me that long to unpack them.
I will try to be optimistic and look at it this way: it will be a little like Christmas as I have no idea what is in any of those boxes. It will also offer the opportunity to start getting rid of things because, if I have not really needed all that stuff for six months, it might be time to say that I do not need it at all.
Hmm. Nope, still not looking forward to it. Sigh....