As I reached down with a groan and a creak, I managed to hoist my end up a paltry two inches. For what felt like the thousandth time today, I was wearily trekking another bin into our newest home. Am I doing this again?! Sometimes we move because that house over there is much better than this house, right? Other times we move because our job says go there, but that may mean the company will foot the bill or they may reimburse you—not so terrible, right? Sometimes your government says, go home—or come home. Then there are milestone markers in our lives and it’s just—time to ‘move’ on.
Anyway I slice it, I hate moving! The initial packing may have me momentarily giddy since it gives me an opportunity to organize, re-evaluate and pare down, yeah. But then it’s onto tedious, “Hey, do you know what’s in this box?” Ooops, did I forget to mark that one? How about the — “I know I just had it here a second ago?” Inevitably, in my organizational excitement, I have either packed something I still need before the move out or I forgot exactly which box I placed that other semi-important item.
As we approach day three of the move-in, the ‘To Do’ list keeps on morphing and gaining three heads—stretching, not shrinking, and I still haven’t found those darn electric toothbrushes, {whine}. I don’t have the manual dexterity and speed I need for using a manual toothbrush—isn’t that sad {sarcasm}—so I need it, right? Guess what I saw in Costco yesterday, hmm? A pair of electric toothbrushes $30 off! I’m really tempted to buy some new ones—my good excuse. Better expect the old toothbrushes to turn up, though, so is it worth it?
HL Love @WriteLovey 
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