How do you feel about moving? My family doesn’t typically move a lot. I lived in the same house all the years I was growing up. My parents moved once, after I left home and then my mom moved twice before she died, once to an apartment and then to my sister’s. When you move that infrequently, you can imagine that moving is a HUGE undertaking. Since leaving my three bedroom ranch house behind in Indiana, I’ve had a purpose to never let a living space practically bury me alive like that again. Maybe that explains my living in a 300 square foot efficiency apartment for five years, and yet, I STILL have a lot of stuff. Eventually I’d like to wind up like my Aunt Katherine. When she died in her 90’s, I think she had about 3 pieces of furniture and maybe two boxes of stuff, and that’s the way she wanted it. At about age 80, she started giving her stuff away and cutting back. Of course, she had a LOT of great-nieces and nephews to give her presents to, considering Uncle Frickie came from a family of about 12!
Anyway, after five years in my current abode, it’s time to move, and that’s a good thing, as Martha would say. Above are pics from my new apartment, not sure of the square footage, but it has TWO bedrooms and one heck of a walk-in closet which could almost serve as another bedroom! For the next two weeks, you’ll be seeing the moving chronicles here! Not that you really want to know that much about my move, but sometimes a girl just needs to blabber. That’s what blogs are for, right?!