House New House

My Life in Boxes…

It’s happening… my life is being packed up in boxes. Seeing everything stowed away, ready to be moved, starts to make this feel real. This is really happening. I am moving. My house is starting to look bare… nothing on the walls and nothing on the shelves (except for a fine layer of dust). I keep telling myself “everything is going to be fine… everything is fine.” I cannot describe the type of anxiety moving gives me. I know everything will be fine – after all I am moving into my dream house.

Just 7 more days…

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