The Move Is On

A brief note, the posts for a while will not be my normal food or saving money type of posts.  I stated in my last post things have been crazy for the last year. I don't think it is fair to expect you, the readers of this blog, for me to just pick up like nothing happened.  I think you deserve an explanation and to be completely honest, I need to get this stuff off of my chest.  Please bare with me and things will get back to normal.

Last May we spent nearly a week in the French Quarter of New Orleans.  This was one of the most breathtaking, emotional, and wonderful weeks in my life.  It was a celebration of sorts.  It was the first vacation that my husband and I took that did not include family.  Nothing against our family, but all vacations had been centered around returning to our home state of Michigan to traverse the countryside from home to home. We visited family members from both sides for a day or a few hours and then on to the next home. This was mostly exhausting and stressful despite the joy of seeing loved ones that we rarely see.  In the past few years we have spent less time in Michigan and more time in Illinois visiting our beautiful daughter and her family. 

While we were in New Orleans we determined that we would spend one week of vacation a year just for us.  It doesn't really matter what we do because we have fun together. It's more like a back to romance time with my best friend.  I am a very lucky girl!

My mom called me while we were in New Orleans to let us know that there was a bid on my parents home in Michigan.  This was amazing. The house had been listed for sale on and off for years.  It just never sold.  My parents lived in this home from 1965 until July of 2013.  48 years of accumulation and my dad being a hoarder or pack rat, if you are being nice, is a lot of stuff.  My parents had an auction years ago because they hoped to move then, but it didn't happen.  The auction helped a lot, but my father had begun collecting all over again.  I drove up there and took a month off of my work at Bath and Body Works to help pack up.  I only spent about 2 weeks there, but vacations and other stuff were going on at home so it became 1 month off.

My father did not want to move to Florida, yes he said he wanted to move, but no, he did not want to move.  He did not want to sell his "precious". We would call it junk.  There is so much to say about my dad.  I think I will leave him to another post, but anyway. He did a better job of packing than I expected.  Mom rented a U haul that was just a truck away from being the largest they offered to the public, at least that is how I remember it. I could be off by one truck size.

They brought almost no furniture.  Mom packed very little except her office stuff and some personal mementos, clothing, kitchen stuff she would need, and linens.  The rest of the truck was packed with things that my dad deemed necessary for him to move.  The final item we hadn't gotten onto the truck was dad's riding lawn mower.  My father basically said he would not move unless the lawn mower came with him.  Actually that is exactly what he said.  He dug his heels in.  This was a huge problem. One in which he could not have his way if the lawn mower didn't get on the truck. I mean what was he going to do?  Hide out in the garage so the new owners wouldn't notice him?  Thankfully Chris was coming up for the weekend to finish packing and drive the moving truck home.  He helped get the lawn mower onto the truck.  I had spent 2 weeks without him and here he was riding this lawn tractor up a ramp at almost a 90 degree angle.  I did not need my husband to end up in an accident and injured before we drove home. 

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