Let's make one thing clear... moving sucks! Everything involved in it is not fun at all. Except maybe the cute beefcakes we hired to move our stuff. Aside from that, I really do not like it. I don't like packing because my husband is anal and has his own system which I never seem to get right. I don't like unpacking because I hate putting all those things in their little places - although I have to admit I felt some sort of satisfaction putting away the condiments because the cupboards were bigger and they all fit in one space. I don't like telling dear husband what I want moved and I walk into the old place and the things are still there! Totally overlooked! I don't like that I will be the part timer who is expected to take on majority of the work when I am pregnant and can't do as much as I normally do... and when I don't do as much, someone always gets cranky - I DON'T LIKE IT!
I don't know how people could move so many times in their lives. I like to be situated in one place and preferably for a very long time. I like the idea of a "forever" house. Once upon a time I heaped all my dreams in a house that I thought was our forever house. Unfortunately, it lasted all but 4 years and we had to let it go because a lot of heartached ensued for everyone involved. Maybe one day I can dream again... and this time, it will be ours forever.
Meanwhile... I still do not like moving! On that note... I better start gathering more little things to haul out to the new abode. This time, I hope no one changes their mind and we have to do this all again in a year's time. UGH!
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