Starting Over

This is our FIFTH across-states move in the eight years we've been married. That's a lot of starting over. And over. And over. It's one thing to move a lot (which we also do) but to move hundreds of miles away is a beast of a different kind. We moved here by airplane, so you can imagine how very little we came with. I mailed my books before we left, but that was about it. We accumulated an apartment's worth of stuff over the last two years and now I am faced with sitting a small fortune's worth of stuff out near a dumpster. This includes a 27inch tv that the pawn shop wont take because all the TVs are being switched to the digital thing in couple months. A tv, a kitchen full of appliances that I actually like, a table and four chairs, a sofa bed, a sofa chair, and everything else a house takes to function like dishes and lamps and electronics... all outside, in the snow, wasted. Some of the items I think we will try to take to a local good will, but we have so little time and so, so much to do I don't know if it's gonna happen. I should make a commitment to make it happen. sigh.

I'm tired of starting over. I want a house, to sit in, to stay in, to live in for the next decade. No more moving. No more cramped studio apartments. No more packing my life into two suitcases and a box. No more buying furniture and then giving it away or selling it for dirt cheap. When we moved in we said we weren't going to get a lot of stuff because we knew this day would come. But still, there's a lot here. Where did it all come from?

Anyway, back to packing.

Sigh.