More moving
Well, we got Greyduck moved out this weekend. It was a little strange. Okay, it was alot strange. I was excited to be on my own finally, but the cost of that freedom is bitter.
Now it’s onto getting the kids and I moved. I’m holding a garage sale this saturday to sell the furniture and whatnot that I cannot take to the apartment. I’m sad to be loosing my dressor, its really cool, but there is no way it will fit. I’m a bit miffed about not having my hide-a-bed. But the thing is like five inches too big for the tiny hall way that you have to pass through to get to the livingroom. I know I’ve complained about this already, but I’m still miffed about it.
The kids are really excited about getting thier own rooms. My son told me yesturday that he was finally adjusting to the idea of the move and thought it would be good for everyone. I sighed with relief. He’s the one who handles change the least. He truely is growing up. And they are packing their own room which has been cute to watch…they are even more brutal about what to toss then I am, which is good.
Throughout this whole move I’ve had some amazing support from my friend Dead Marlowe. I owe him so much, thank you.
