At this point, I see two choices. The first is to get rid of everything . . everything . . and start over in TX. The second is to stay here and not move.
I’m afraid neither of those choices will work. I continue to clean and throw stuff out and the more I clean, the more I realize how much I love my house.
My kitchen is so clean and this is when I would love to cook but I’m trying not to make too big of a mess in case I get short notice of a showing of the house.
The moving guy is here right now doing an inventory. He said he’s seen worse! 🙂 I don’t think that’s a compliment.