Really, I have an announcement for my children. This is absolutely my last move. If I ever get settled again, and I will, I’m not moving again. You three may carry me out of my house or wheel me out, but never, never will I move again. The only reason I am writing this post is in case I ever get the itch again, I can read this post and remember what it felt like.
I ache in places I shouldn’t and feel terminally tired. I’ve gained weight from not eating correctly and nothing is as it should be. As I write this, I can’t help but smile since truly I am so happy to be moving and look forward to arriving at my new location. The best news is that tomorrow night at this time the packing will be completed. Finally, I am finishing what was started in February. I have too much stuff. It’s a problem, but it is my problem and, normally, I don’t mind, but moving this mountain of stuff is a huge deal. Okay, so I have most of the books I’ve acquired starting at age 5 and add to the mountain monthly. While packing the books up, I found many that I want to read once more. So, I can’t wait to once again get them unpacked.
While I am weary and achy, I still feel lighthearted and guess that by Friday all will be right with the world. But, I will never move again.