Both Hubby and I hate moving but this weekend what did we do? We moved. New house, new town, new school (which started yesterday).
We were counting last night how many times we've moved in the 11 years we've been married. I think we came up with 9 times. I told Hubs that I'm starting to feel like a family of gypsies! In defense of that high number...we built two houses in MN. Each time, we'd live in temporary housing (once with his mom and dad and once with my sister and her family) while the house was going up.
I wouldn't mind settling down into a house for more than three years but I'm not holding my breath! We seem to be gluttons for punishment!
Meanwhile, the fun of moving continues. I'm typing this post while reaching over a huge pile of misc junk on my desk. I can almost see the floor in my bedroom, which is an improvement. I can't wait to be all organized and cleaned up.
Thankfully we have an awesome group of family and friends here who helped us get moved in in no time! We would have been so lost without them, especially when Hubby went down sick on Saturday evening. (I claim he was just "sick of moving" and was looking for an excuse to get out of moving. I'm totally kidding. He was pretty bad off, I would have never traded spots with him.)
I promise I'll post pictures...as soon as I can find my camera...