So L and I moved from our 1bd to a 2 bd in the same complex with G on the 7th and the 8th. The moving only reinforced my hatred of moving. Each time, I want to throw away everything and walk over with my clothes and electronics. How do we accumulate so much crap in our lifetime? Thank goodness for friends who helped us move. Despite the help, I was still sore, tired, and cranky. We didn't finish till 11pm on the 8th.
I am trying to figure out how to make this whole ordeal easier, and the only things I can really come up with is to pack things way ahead of time. Don't organize. If things need to be organized, give yourself even more time. Get plenty of boxes. I cannot emphasize that enough. Get enough of them so everything can go in them. Get a dolly. It will save your arms. Live with some sacrifices, such as not cooking, or wearing the same selection of clothes. *sigh* I hate moving.
Saturday was recuperation. I took a long walk with Butters because the poor thing had been totally ignored and locked in our room while we were moving. He eventually gave up waiting for us and just sat against the wall.
Today, we cleared our bedroom and much of the living room. Tomorrow, we'll work on the closet and the rest of the boxes. I can't wait till it feels like home again.
In the afternoon, we also went to the dog beach. Mona and her humans joined us on this two hour trip. I am amazed that Butters actually really tired himself out. On the beach though, he sniffed as many dogs as he could and chased Mona wherever she went. As soon as he came home, he went to his kennel and laid down. He didn't even follow us around. It's wonderful to see him so tired from having such a great time.
We finally have internet again, and of course, entertainment. Something my generation cannot live without. Yay!
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