So, DH and I are packing up the house to move. HOW did we get so much stuff??? I figured the spare bedroom would be pretty easy to pack up...until I opened the closet! I found clothes I forgot we had (going to goodwill) and Christmas presents we got for friends 2 years ago and didn't see to give them. I'm just terrible at organizing anything, and just looking around here makes me want to cry. Good thing is, we're just moving across the road so we can just fill a few totes, carry them and put them away, and load up again. Next weekend is the BIG move as in furniture, bedroom etc unless we can get an extension from the bank. But I just want it done now! Where's my magic wand?
On a side note, I feel much better about the decision to let the house go now. DH and I had a long talk and the choices were kill ourselves trying to keep the house by working 12-14 hour days and never seeing each other, or cutting our losses and moving to a house we can fix up step by step but still have time for each other, and maybe actually be able to afford going out to dinner on special occasions. It's just sucked the past year. No anniversary dinner, no birthday celebrations, no Christmas. That's not living, that is existing.
It would be different if we had kids because I do believe children should have consistency, but our kids are 4 legged and furry and they don't care where they live as long as their food bowl is on the floor. We're just chalking this up to a learning experience and move on. But, I hate moving...it's so depressing.
On a side note, I feel much better about the decision to let the house go now. DH and I had a long talk and the choices were kill ourselves trying to keep the house by working 12-14 hour days and never seeing each other, or cutting our losses and moving to a house we can fix up step by step but still have time for each other, and maybe actually be able to afford going out to dinner on special occasions. It's just sucked the past year. No anniversary dinner, no birthday celebrations, no Christmas. That's not living, that is existing.
It would be different if we had kids because I do believe children should have consistency, but our kids are 4 legged and furry and they don't care where they live as long as their food bowl is on the floor. We're just chalking this up to a learning experience and move on. But, I hate moving...it's so depressing.