I'm in the midst of a move... downsizing from a house to an apartment. I've donated/sold/given away so much stuff, you'd think I'd be possessionless!
Such is not the case, however. I still feel like I have way too much stuff for a 2 bedroom apartment, but once I get everything unpacked and put away, perhaps it will all fit.
The cats have enjoyed the ever changing playground of boxes. Little do they know that tomorrow they will be unceremoniously stuffed into their carrier and transported to the new place. I have a feeling it is going to be a noisy ride. But, like me, they are adaptable. They will like having their cat tree in front of their very own window and new digs to explore. Of course, all the furniture and accoutrements stay the same... just rearranged somewhat.
I've managed, with the invaluable help of Nephew #1, to get a lot of stuff moved yesterday. Today I will be taking my clothes over. And some stuff that's left that hadn't been packed yet. I have to go to the new place, unpack some kitchen stuff... and reuse the boxes.
I also was warned last move that no one wanted to ever help again... because we are getting too old for this! I certainly felt all the aches this morning when I woke up. I'm okay now, but man! was I stiff and sore when I climbed out of bed!
Tomorrow evening, I will be disconnecting all electronics and carting them over to the apartment. The service guy comes in the afternoon on Wednesday to plug me in and get everything working.
Thursday will be cleaning day for the house, to make sure it's all spiffed up for the new owner. Then I can take my time, unpack my stuff, and settle in to my brand new digs.
And breathe a sigh of relief that this much of 2011's adventure is over.