moving day

Everyone hates moving. I am no exception. I truly believe that is the ONLY reason I haven’t put the screws to Scott to get a bigger, newer house. If I do, that means I have to pack all this shit up and move it. That thought alone is enough to keep this girl right where she’s at.

Maybe part of it is because we’ve helped move so many people. Scott used to have access to his brother’s furniture truck and now he has a big giant truck and a trailer so somehow we’re always the go-to’s for a move. We have gotten our paybacks from our friends by having them help move my parents and my sister multiple times but Scott and I have been firmly entrenched in this place for 10 years.

We helped my sister move into a little downtown apartment today. And when I say little, I do mean little. The bedroom has just enough room for a bed, an end table and her dresser and that’s about it. I stuffed both of her fairly small closets with clothes and have no idea where she’s going to put all of her shoes. We actually had to put a bakers rack in the kitchen to house all of her dishes and kitchen appliances. It’s so urban. Luckily, most of her stuff is black, white or silver. Makes for a good presentation.

Best part of the day? Natalie was unwrapping wine glass number 10 and says... “Tiff, you did an amazing job packing. Not one casualty!” At which time I fumble a bowl and it crashes to the floor like an audible exclamation point.

As we were digging through all of my sister’s worldly belongings, trying to figure out what would and wouldn’t fit, I had this strange urge to race home and start purging our home of all the extra crap we have. And we have lots of it. Minimize! Scale it back! Pare it down! Who really needs all of this…stuff?! Maybe if I get a head start on it now, when we get around to moving in a few years – or ten – the packing part will be easy.