Moving

Wow, this is a lot of work.

This whole moving stuff.

Sorting stuff.

Throwing things out I was clinging to because I figured they held my memories.  How can a thing hold memories?  I hold the memories.

It's hard.

There are tears.

There have been *ahem* discussions.

It's not easy with another family of 3 living with us indefinitely as we go through 10 years of stuff and 10 years of those memories.

Just got a call though that we can go paint our new place tomorrow.  That will be nice.

Time is running out.