Wow, this is a lot of work.
This whole moving 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.
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.