I’ve moved past the overwhelming point now that over half the house is packed and entered the very doubtful the moving truck is going to be big enough stage. With Bailey’s old room filling up, I had to start putting boxes in our guest room, which really didn’t worry me until I started to think about all of the furniture plus…the attic. Last weekend we began taking down everything we had stored up there over the last three years (because Florida homes don’t have basements) and I think I forgot about how much stuff we owned that we never use.
We’ve already started getting the tape measure out trying to guesstimate if everything will fit, but I guess there’s no sense in worrying because there’s not much we can do–we’ve already rented the largest truck! As it stands now, the garage is a disaster area where cars no longer belong; photos will be coming soon. The living room is increasingly becoming the place where odd and breakable items are to be placed until we get moving blankets. Great spot too since this is where B goes tearing through with her tennis ball.
And one surprising find was my one and only Cabbage Patch Kids doll. I don’t know how it made it to Florida, but there she was all wrapped up, clothes a little faded and her plasticky face a little dingy (I did find her other shoe though). Some more good memories uncovered.