On This Day ...

No, it didn't snow the day we moved.

I can't believe it has been three years since DH and I arrived in Tennessee. I remember the movers were done loading our stuff by noon, maybe even earlier and had loaded up his dad's stuff at the assisted living place and were one their way before we knew it. Hubby picked up lunch for us and it was weird, because we didn't even think to hold back a roll of paper towel or anything. We still had a garage full of stuff that the moves couldn't take (cleaning fluids & batteries) and we had to decided what to do with it all - most of it went to the city dump and we packed what we could in the remaining room in our vehicles. I remember it was a pretty cool day there in Michigan.  We waited almost four hours for the cleaning crew to show up and do the post movers vacuum and mopping. It was included in the move cost and it was well worth it.

Then we waited another hour for the buyer's real estate agent to show up to pick up the keys. While we lived in that house in Livonia from March of 1989 to October of 2007, 18-1/2 years, we were relieved to be done with the place. Except for the family members we left behind - especially our younger daughter - there isn't anything I REALLY miss there.  We had dinner with her and then we were off.

Our condo on the end

Now, I tell you when you move, even though someone else is doing the lifting and hauling and you have been up since 6 a.m., when 6 pm rolls around you are dead tired. Nevertheless, we got in our vehicles and started our two car caravan on the 600 mile trip to Tennessee. I must have been exhausted because we stopped for the night in Wapakoneta, which is only the half-way mark in Ohio. Hours later, we arrived at our rented condo.

DH and I had often contemplated what it would be like to live in a condo, and for the most part it wasn't bad. However, we were the first people actually living in this condo and in the last few months we were living there the builder was putting in another line of condos running perpendicular to ours and the construction noise was awful. Not to mention they would park in front of our drive and block us in. We lived for months with stuff in storage and other stuff in boxes in the garage. I was so glad to move into our own house and have our "things" out. Now if I could just put my hands on the odds and ends I haven't been able to locate!

Copyright 2010, ACK, for Generational

Time is a Flyin'

Gasp! It seems like just a few months ago we were packing up our 2100 square foot home and planning how we were going to integrate 2100 square feet of accumulated belongings into an 1100 square foot condo - with no basement, and wondering if what we would eventually build would have enough room in it for all our "stuff."

In truth, the packing process started as we painted and re-carpeted rooms. Some items have been packed away for well over a year. But by this time last year, DH and I were preparing to make that 600 mile move.

The move didn't just involve us however. We also moved his then 88 year-old father down here, and the preparations for that were even more involved.

We had also moved older daughter down here from Raleigh, NC, so she could attend TTU and live without a roommate.

As we are well into the "emptying the storage unit" phase of the move, I contemplate on all we have accomplished in the last year. Sometimes it staggers me, and I am sure the DH will be happy when I run out of things to do around the house. We certainly have kept busy with packing unpacking and then packing and unpacking again.

Then I look at the atomic clock on DH's office wall and wonder how long I slept last night because it shows the time as follows: 2:40 p.m. CST, APR 30 SUN 09.