We made a lot of trips when we moved from a rental place to our first house. It felt wonderful to settle our somewhat tattered belongings in freshly washed cabinets and closets.
cleverly stupidly used lots of garbage bags to transport our stuff. Seemed reasonable at the time. Load bags with towels, drive to the house, unload towels in the bathroom cupboards, then take the bags back to fill the next time we’d be heading that way. Until I loaded garbage bags with my favorite books while Spouse Man loaded garbage bags with old parts catalogs and auto repair manuals he planned to throw away. You guessed it. It took awhile to get bookshelves set up in the house and by the time I opened the bags I was shocked to find they were not filled with my books. They were full of garbage.
When we moved from that house to our little farm we lost a few things too. They may be here somewhere but we can’t find them. It’s a peculiar quirk of memory to remember exactly where they were in the old house (13 years ago) but have no recall of where they’ve gone since. Framed photos, a large pitcher, a few tools—vanished.
Today is the moving day for our farm site. Packing it up from weebly and moving it to wordpress wasn’t a smooth process, even with soothing advice from the youth who are my trusted technical advisors. I lost every single comment. I lost everyone who signed up to get blog post updates.
The spindly wheels of my technical ability make loading the last few pages on the site a slow process. But I have the furniture in and the cupboards full. To me it already feels homey.