Allow me to start with the obvious:
Moving sucks. I’ve done it most of my life, every two to three years as a child (thank you USAF and DoD.) I did it twice a year (to and from school) in college. And on average every three years since then. This move, by far, was the hardest, for many reasons.
First, although difficult, it is not impossible to move the equivalent of a family of four, and a 3br house, across 40 miles in a metro area on a shoestring budget and in a station wagon. Excuse me, “crossover vehicle.” Harder still when you’ve turned off the power at the old place to save money, and it’s Florida. It’s still averaging above 70 here in the day time.
Second, doing it around work and school schedules is ridic.
Third – it’s good to have friends with trucks for the few big things you need (couches, beds.)
I’m finally close to the end, maybe two or three more loads, but it’s nice to get rid of the stress that comes with the bad juju of the house. My new town is an awesome community. Whilst moving the first weekend most all of the neighbors came out to introduce themselves and/or lend a hand. Sunshine loves her new school and is doing well, and Punk – now one – is not just walking, but RUNNING.
I’ll try and be back Thursday, albeit on Thanksgiving, with a nerdsday post about the recent Doctor Who anniversary special. Fun things are coming up in 2014 as well. But as River Song says … “spoilers.”