Back in February, I posted a blog called Change is Good. It was literally about change…

 
…being good.

This time around, I’m tackling change, the verb, as in, to become different.

WE’RE MOVING!
My home is becoming a different home and it’s GOOD!

I never thought I’d move again. I love my house. People in my neighborhood don’t move, they either add-on or die. Being nothing if not compliant, we added on a few years back.

Meantime, my son and his wife have been looking for a house for a couple of years now. Their priorities have shifted from acreage for a wiffle ball field to something with a nice kitchen and no pine trees.

I attended a showing with them a few weeks ago…and fell in love. Seriously, I’m like a schoolgirl with a celebrity crush. Silly, giddy, and daydreaming about this house. It has everything I love about my house, only better.

So, WE’RE MOVING!

Moving sucks.
There’s more than one reason we swore we’d never move again. Try nineteen years of accumulated reasons. We have a lot of stuff. Okay, I, I have a lot of stuff.

I’ve always said everyone should move every 7-8 years to nip this kind of accumulation in the bud. I am way overdue on my own advice. But yowza, how awesome will it be to start out fresh with a new house, less stuff, and, new to me, closet space! So wonderful to be going through room after room; sorting, tossing, and packing.

Yes, wonderful… I love having boxes all over the place. Not. Which is more intolerable, I wonder, the filled boxes or the empty ones? They are stacked everywhere. I can fill ten boxes and not tell. Not tell where I added them to the stack or miss what was packed. I dream about boxes. Nightmares, really.

Pack is a four letter word.

I’m realizing that moving is much like writing. I don’t want to move, I want to have moved.
And that’s what keeps me going…the idea of this new house, like this house, only better.

More to come on the BIG MOVE, as the big move comes. We close May 11.
I so look forward to May 12.

Sneak peek! 😉