Blogging will be extremely limited from me this weekend, as I’m moving to my new digs. While I’m gone, PartiallyBlue is in charge.
Blogging will be extremely limited from me this weekend, as I’m moving to my new digs. While I’m gone, PartiallyBlue is in charge.
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Have fun moving…hope it goes smoothly.
It did and it didn’t.
Yeah good luck. Just went through that myself back in June and I still can’t believe how traumatic it was. Moved twice a year for 5 years of college & actually liked it. But after 9 years in one house with a wife and a couple of kids I just couldn’t believe how much crap I’d accumulated. I’ve always been a pack rat & hated to throw things out – but having to move it all (and the embarrassment of friends & family seeing it as they’re helping) – I won’t say I’m cured, but I definitely am much tougher about the “do I really need this” question.
In the first ten years of marriage, my wife and I never spent Christmas twice in the same place. Once we were in the same building but in different apartments. Kept a chandelier in its crate through 5 moves before hanging it in place. The life of a young man making his way is all I can say.
Good Luck, Zach. The less you carry heavy furniture the more true friends you have.
Thanks, PB. The move itself went smoothly. We managed to move all our furniture in one trip, and we’ve only had to make a few more trips with my wife’s truck to pick up some random boxes.
Unfortunately, our house wasn’t completely finished, and as I write this, we still don’t have kitchen counters, a kitchen sink, or a stove that’s plugged in.
Oh, to be young and ignore the difficulties in life in order to advance one’s self. A good trait to have, Zach. My wife and I spent our first Christmas in a mobile home with no working toilets or electricity. It was the coldest winter in southern Georgia’s history 37 years ago IMO. Fortunately we had natural gas hooked up. We hunkered down in the kitchen area, blocked off the rest of the mobile home and turned on the oven to heat the space. Transistor radio tuned to Christmas stories and songs, Christmas cards scotch-taped in the shape of a Christmas tree to a fake electric fireplace, and one candle for light. The Littlest Angel story never had as much meaning as it did that night. We turned off the oven for safety reasons before falling asleep. The next morning there was ice on the ground. These are the memories that make marriages last a lifetime.
Best wishes to you and your family in your new home.
Thanks, PB. Despite the few setbacks we’ve had, we know we’re blessed to be in the situation we’re in. This house is everything we could have hoped for, and we’re glad to finally have a home.