Damn I’m tired. Was moving always this hard?
The day before the move I packed, sorted, purged, and packed some more from 8:00 in the morning until 1:00 in the morning, with only a short dinner break.
And of course I couldn’t sleep when I went to bed, so after a mere 2 hours sleep arose at 7:00 the next morning to wait for the movers. By 11:30 we were on the road and, an hour later, started the whole process in reverse.
Buddy the dog and Clancy the cat did very well through all this upheaval. The day of the move Clancy snoozed in his carrier, while Buddy went down the hall to explore the garbage shute (little bugger snuck away when I wasn’t looking. My neighbour brought him back to the apartment, whereupon he was summarily jailed in the bathroom for the rest of the move-in.)
A week later I’m unpacked and more or less settled. I was so looking forward to relaxing in the pool when I was done but unfortunately the pool is closed for repairs. So for now, I’m parked on my balcony and enjoying the view, relishing the fact that I no longer have to cut the lawn.