I seem to have lost track of the number of times we’ve moved now. Not from this house to that one but the number of actual trips we’ve taken between the three residences we had until yesterday. Last night, we moved the last of our belongings out of the Monroe rental house to the townhouse. It was rough. So far, I feel as if I have not even lived in Charlotte yet. Physically, I’ve been here, sure. But, mentally, I’ve been all over the place. Every day seems to be get up, go to work, go home, go to bed with the only variation being pack or move then go to bed.
This coming weekend, we move out of the mountain house for good, and I can honestly say I have mixed emotions about it. On one hand, we have sold our house in the worst economy ever. On the other, it’s our first home together and life is hard. After Sunday, I hope to do something fun after work or at least hang out with Husband without having to worry about the next step.