The Modern Move

This is how it's done...

There's been so much going on around here we've hardly had time to breath. We closed on our old house Friday - and the clock began ticking for us to be out. Also Friday we had the Pods delivered. Saturday bright and early a crowd of teenagers from the neighborhood showed up and started loading everything in sight, literally. They loaded a whole pile of stuff intended for the D.I. and the basement door we'd taken off it's hinges to make bringing stuff upstairs easier. We were grateful for their enthusiasm, but had to go digging through the Pods afterward to retrieve and repack. Next came the big guns from the Elders' Quorum. Originally my plan had been to load a few of the heavier furniture items along with all the boxes on Saturday...and take our time with the rest since we have until Wednesday AM to be out. But, since the boxes were all loaded, the men got to work loading ALL our furniture. 

Mike's Mom watched Sully all day, and his Dad & my parents helped load. Also, Bendy and Roy (as ever) were front and center.

The lonely remnants of our life here.

Jessie said it doesn't feel like home anymore. I think mostly because it's so uncomfortable: no chairs to sit in, food choices are slim as we try to clear it all out, no beds, living out of duffel bags and boxes. Wish us luck this week - there are still a million things to do. And THANKS everyone for the help.

It's weird to see the sum of your material life stuffed into a couple of Pods on the driveway.