Tim and I have talked a lot in the last few weeks about a new home; what we want, what we don’t want, where we would put things, what we would do with a new garden… all theoretical stuff. For some reason the other day we started talking practical; what order we would pack things, doing it ourselves vs. hiring a moving company (guess which one of us wants to do it ourselves, and which one of us wants to hire a moving company?!)… and it occurred to me that even though there’s no official offer on a place, and won’t be for at least another six weeks, maybe I should start packing now. After moving 23 times in 25 years, I bought this house in May of 1995. Next month I will have been in this house for 19 years. That’s going to be a lot of random crap to pack up. Or, if I get my shit together, a lot of random crap NOT to pack up. Our garbage container can expect to be pretty full for the next six weeks.
It probably sounds unreasonable to rent a small storage unit in order to start packing things up and moving them to get them out of the way so we can pack more things, eh?
Don’t answer that.
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.