Games labelled and packed. 🙂 Yay!

And boy does our closet look EMPTY there.. haha I decided to leave the puzzles. I’ve already worked them. And I fit all but two games in the boxes. They are Blues Clues games that are ages preschool. Decided to leave those too. Once more with the First Come First Serve type deal. First person to come and pick them up gets them. I don’t care if it is someone or if it is a charity. All that’s now left in there that I want to take is my washer and dryer.

I’m leaving the paint cans in there. They are from the house so the next people will want it.

*SIGH* That was actually kind of hard. I have four totes of games. And I suddenly feel as if this isn’t a home any more and that makes me sad. *SIGH* I can’t imagine what will happen when I pack the last of the books and movies? It is becoming real. I’m leaving my house.

My house. We were buying this place. Eight previous homes? They were fine to leave. They were temporary. We were only renting. I don’t think I ever realized the differance until NOW. (How funny since people seem to think it is the other way.) But this house was OURS. It was supposed to be permanent. We weren’t supposed to move again. And yet we are. How did that happen?

Good bye ninth home. The next almost three weeks are going to start to get hard. Maybe it is not that it was ours but that we lived here the longest? Two and a half years. We lived here two and a half years. And not only that we went through some really hard things while living here. Probably one of the hardest things in our marriage so far.

Maybe it is because I’m not moving into another place? I’m moving into mom’s? This is so different from any other move. I moved out of my parents’ home in 1993. We’ve never moved back. I mean even that year I moved back to that town when Sir M was in Japan? I had my own place. I had my own place that we moved our stuff strait into. We’ve done limbo, but never like this. So that might be a little of it.

I wonder how long we will be in their house. I love you mum, but I don’t want to live with you. I’m sorry. *SIGH*

This is definately turning out to be the hardest move. Even more so than the move from Arizona. I thought that would be the hardest. Of all the places we’ve lived, that’s been the place with the strongest ties. The place I liked the most. But funny thing was, it wasn’t the house. It was the people. It was the town. Here it’s more the house. I have some personal ties but not like I did in Arizona.

Anyway… sorry for yet another nostalgic post. You might get more. I’m sorry.

Oh yeah and… I don’t sleep anymore.