The Art of Happy Moving
I’ve been dragging my feet for the past several months.
I had grand plans to go through every room in the house and purge closets, corners, and rooms that have become filled with 20 years of crap. The goal was to have this completed by the end of the year.
Summer vacation is when I should have started and as the holidays quickly approach, I know I will miss my initial deadline.
I know this because I haven’t even started yet.
And, I also know why I am dragging my feet.
Due to unexpected circumstances, my husband started a new job in May that adds a two-hour commute to his work day. You can read about that here! Because of this, we have decided to put our house up for sale and move closer to his new job site.
It was an easy decision, but in all honesty, I don’t want to move, which is strange because during my whole life I have done nothing but move, thanks to a military father and husband. So, I should be used to packing up every few years and starting a new, after all, it’s in my blood.
But something happened almost 20 years ago. We bought our first house when my husband retired from the Navy, and we moved our family across the country to live the rest of our…
