A mid-pack pause

Holy crap is this ever a lot of work!

Just when you think you've packed most stuff up you realize uh-oh, I forgot this corner... this cupboard... behind this door... all the while scrambling to do the last loads of laundry in a room that's turned into a maze of boxes, taking care of two confused doggies, cleaning and dusting, planning meals that will empty out the fridge and freezer and time all the paperwork that's due - it's enough to make a hulk out of anyone, LOL!

My hands are cracked and creaky from washing dust and dirt off them every 15 minutes.

*creak creak creak*

Ah well, all part of the adventure - no pain, no gain right? We sign for the house in three days so focusing on that makes it all right!

The city is doing its best to bid us a grand farewell: super loud neighbors, construction work even on Sunday, crazy church bells and an endless stream of car alarms and sirens: police, ambulance, firetrucks, you name it - we've timed them on average every 12 minutes pretty much 20 hours a day the past few weeks.

Last night there must have been a police chase that was going around in circles around our neighborhood because the wailing sirens went on for a good 40 minutes, if not more - we just laughed because it's so ludicrous, what else is there to do?

Anybody who tries to tell me that living in the city rocks, I will personally challenge them to spend ONE DAY in this godforsaken apartment and then we'll talk!

*clears throat of pollution*

LOL I just noticed the walls now sport rectangles of dirt where the paintings used to be. Oh well :-D

The more I de-clutter, the more I like living with less. I think I surrounded myself with "stuff" over the years to compensate for feeling so empty inside. Now it's all dusted, cleaned and packed in boxes and I don't remember half of what was there before.

I might need therapy!

/end of Happy Monday, Everyone! post/