I sometimes feel I will never get that house empty.
Oh my god the SHIT, absolute SHIT that we accumulate over the years.
I am have to make a concerted effort to NEVER have that happen again. The place is a mess. I don't think we see what we live in at a certain point. I'm lucky it sold. The guy who bought it has a hell of a lot of work ahead of him. But that's what he does, so I guess it's ok.
Pitching, pitching, packing. Unpacking to make room for more boxes. My upstairs rooms are pretty empty, but I really have to lean down the amount of things I own. I did have a full house. Full of the things that one accumulates (ie furniture), but geezus.
I need to get it done before the week is over, before the sale closes, but again, my teensy car, alone, it's a bit difficult. I also have obligations.
Good thing I'm not working.
Yep. You read that. To top off the year from hell, I lost my job. I'll go into it the *moment* the settlement money hits my bank account. But not until then. Assholes. That's all.
But it's ok. I am fairly certain that I have something starting in January. Actually I'm positive I do.
And boy. Not working, you spend a hell of a lot less $$. Amazing that.
Back to the unpacking. I have a "visitor" tonight, so I want some curtains up, and to be able to move. :)