I hate moving! You would think I would be use to it by now. I moved so many times in my life, but it doesn't get any easier or faster. I am looking forward to getting into our new place. The house is a small cabin but has great views of woods and a wonderful deck. It also has big windows and sky lights, so it has lots of natural light (when the sun is shining) and feels very spacious. But I have come to the conclusion that men are dirty pigs. The single guy living there seemed to think the place was clean and my husband seemed to think it was clean, but I don't! Now my DH is in the lower 48 and I am here with the help of a friend scrubbing this place. I can't even start talking about how much dirt Karen got out of the carpets when she steam cleaned them. You should have seen the stuff we got off the build in bookshelves that are spruce wood. I haven't touch the stove yet. Oh well, guess that is just part of our DNA and makes us different.
Sometimes the journey requires you change your route. Sometimes you backup and wait. Sometimes you just grin and charge on. But never stop taking the journey.
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