Yeah, I’m moving again. It’s become obvious that as much as I prefer routine and predictability, God has other plans. Paul and I have decided that for financial reasons, it makes sense to move to Tallahassee. That will make me a Floridian again, after having been a legal resident of Florida for most of my adult life. Perhaps a blog title change is in order? I suppose it probably doesn’t matter as little as I blog these days!
We’re living in the chaos of boxes, piles of stuff, and just plain fatigue. We have until the end of the month to move all of our belongings, and I feel utterly overwhelmed. I’m currently very disenchanted with stuff. Stuff. Too much stuff. We’ll store a lot of it for the next year, but, still, it’s just too much.
So today is a day for packing, hauling, and cleaning. We’re very grateful that our new landlady is letting us move in early, so we can do it over a couple of weeks instead of a couple of days. We have much for which to be thankful, and we’ll remind each other of that as we’re tempted to grumble in the stress of moving.
Now, where’d I put that ibuprofen?