This was the view at our house this morning ...
Last week we prepared for the movers. (My obsessive-compulsive tendencies come out when I'm getting ready for packers.) And over the weekend we packed our cars and the suitcases. (This is our simplest move yet. Everything goes from point A to point B--nothing going to or coming from storage and/or overseas. But it has felt like the most work--I'm not sure why.)
Monday the packers came. (Incidentally, Mary thought the Packers were coming! As in, the ones from Green Bay. No wonder she was confused about what was going on.) We moved to the hotel that evening.
Tuesday the packers finished.
Today they loaded the truck.
Tomorrow we finish cleaning.
Friday morning we close on the house and head to Chicago for one night and a little fun.
Saturday we'll hit a museum in Chicago and then drive to Ohio.
Monday we close on our house there, and Tuesday the truck will deliver our stuff.
Meanwhile, we have been saying goodbye to people. There have been dinners and play dates and gabfests and swimming and gatherings and pizza and good company and hugs and kind deeds. Thank you, thank you to all of our dear, dear friends. This still holds true. Thank you most of all for your friendship. We love you very much, all of you. My heart heavy because we are leaving, but full because I feel so blessed to have had people like you in my life.
