So it looks like we’re moving houses. Not moving cross-country or anything like that — just into a house that’s much closer to where I work (it’ll still be a half-hour commute, but after a couple years of an hour-plus, I can live with that). It’s a better layout for a couple with a child and a hope for more children.
There is very little to enjoy about moving. Especially when everyone has their own way of organizing things, or the order in which they would do things.
We won’t be actually moving until late May or early June, so we’ve got time to get a lot of stuff arranged, and ultimately I’m very excited about the new place.
But, ugh. Moving.