Home Sweet…Well, You Know.

I may have mentioned before that I would be moving. Well, that plan finally came to fruition this week and if nothing else, I’ve learned that I’m getting too old for this crap. Next time I move, it will be after having won the MegaMillions lottery and a team of movers will swoosh in to sort, pack, and move my stuff as I observe from the sidelines. Oh, who am I kidding? If I win the MegaMillions lottery, the only thing I’ll be packing is a suitcase as I plan my getaway across the ocean.

5 thoughts on “Home Sweet…Well, You Know.

  1. When I was a kid we moved a dozen times, and I always remember it as fun and exciting. New places, new houses, new places to explore, new adventures. As a young guy in college and then as a young couple, it was less fun, but still not terrible. Quite. Then I was in the same house for over 25 years as the kids grew up – and the move out of there was like having all of my teeth pulled out via my urethra using white-hot rusty forceps, sans any anesthesia. I suspect the next move will either cost tens of thousands of dollars to have others 100% do it for me or it will simply kill me.

    I hope your move is going better than that and you come out of it in a better place!!

  2. Hoping you have more pleasant neighbors now! And that you and yours are comfy where you have landed. It matters as much as good sleep for overall well being.

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