My Way of Living + Light

When we heard that we needed to move within 2 1/2 weeks our hearts jumped. Right into our throats, and then they settled down. It will be our adventure we told each other. We are down to the last of the packing. Then it’s only a few days of living with a spoon, fork, and a pot, and a fat cat. But the only problem is, we feel like we are partaking in a reality show, Jane and Gar’s most excellent adventures in hoarding. Boxes are everywhere, and there is only a narrow pathway through the living room. The chairs are adorned with packing paper, and tape, boxes are piled up everywhere. Bootsie is loving it, so many boxes to jump into, I think that I have accidentally packed up him up more then once.
We need to think ahead so much our minds are spinning. Bring, store, need, want, live without for at least a few more months. We had packed up many of our trinkets in the spring, and stored them in a storage locker. Now they have come home to roost. and our living room looks similar to those of the people on the hoarding shows. There’s lots of “where’s the… and did you find the? ?? going on around here. And there is also “oh I remember this” when a box stored for months gets opened. It’s kind of like Christmas, all over again…