Ok, so spring doesn't technically begin until March 20, but I have decided that my spring has already begun. Because, hello? Spring cleaning? It's here, baby.
As we had two fabulous movers help us out yesterday (Art & his nephew from One or Two Good Men -- scheduled from www.emove.com), Rich & I have been cleaning & packing maniacs for the last week or so. And even though our stuff (most of it anyway) is already at our lovely, if a bit loud, place, we're still not done.
Let me tell you, moving is hell. Sheer, tortured hell. Battan Death March hell. Well, maybe that's taking it a bit far, but you get my drift. Because Richard & I are pack rats, we have so much stuff that we had to move. 4 trips to the box store (who knew they had stores where they just sell boxes? Maybe if I had moved within the last 8 years, I would have known these things), a 10 p.m. box-buying excursion to Kinkos, 10 boxes purchased from UHaul, and even a little dumpster diving for some relatively clean ones, and WE STILL RAN OUT OF BOXES. I have to unpack things at the new place just so I can take the boxes back to the old place and pack still more stuff. We still need to bring over the microwave, toaster, some pots & pans, glasses, silverware, clothes, and assorted other minor crap. I hate moving. Now I remember why we stayed so long in our small one-bedroom with crappy parking. We were already there.
But, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. We actually slept at the new place last night. The cats are *slowly* warming up to the place. (Doyle refused to come out of his crate for most of the day, and when we did, we crawled up inside the box spring of our mattress. But he's out now.) So there is progress. We still have a couple days worth of clean up at the old place, and then it's on to the onerous duty of unpacking. But unpacking is definitely better than packing.
p.s. Yes, there is a new color scheme about. With Spring being sprung, I felt like I needed a new, fresh look.