Because we had nothing better to do this summer, we moved. Not us, actually. But 3 moves in 45 days. Oldest son came back from the city by the Lake. It’s about time. Over 10 years ago, we sent him off to college and he ended up staying there after graduation. It was less than a two hour drive, but it wasn’t local enough for this Momma. Oldest had just settled into a nice apartment when Middle announced they bought a townhouse! Save those boxes and get ready for Move #2.
Just before Labor Day, Pap ended up in the hospital. He’s very fine now, thanks for asking! But, the experience and the uncertainty created anxiety on the 3 Sibs. Family intervention time. Now that was fun. Another nice apartment was found. Complete with security and one level living. No more snow shoveling. No more grass cutting. No more repairs. Boxes, anyone? Middle and Wife hadn’t even had time to unpack theirs yet. Let’s go through a 2 bedroom home, two levels and take just enough to fill a one bedroom apartment. I’m still unsure if everyone’s blood pressure is back to normal. Who am I kidding? It is not. The closet space. The internet. The television. The freezer. The pictures. The memories. All things that are still being worked out. Maybe by next month.
So, if you are sending a holiday card to anyone in my family, double check the address before dropping it in the box at the Post Office!