So we have officially moved.
No more little blue house on Georgetown Lane.
It's hello Chinquapin (Cheen-ka-pin).
I am still so tired from the ordeal that I'm going to leave it at that. We got a 22 ft truck, packed it from floor to ceiling, and STILL had to take the rest of our stuff in nine carloads. It was ridiculous.
This post is just to say, "Yes, I'm still alive, but barely."
Ha.
I will write more later, but here it is in a nutshell:
My parents came (after being broke down), worked nonstop, and are now back in SC. There was packing, moving, hauling, unpacking, inspections, papers, everything getting lost, kids being crazy, deadlines, little sleep, lots of coffee and donuts...you get the picture.
I love the new place and community, but I'll feel even better when these boxes are out of my living room.
Hmm.
As Dylan said,
"For the times they are a-changin'."
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