The Purple Couch of Sloth and Doom (don’t sit down; it’ll be six hours before you get back up) was the first major piece of furniture I ever owned that wasn’t pre-owned by someone in my family. 102 inches (2.6m) of squishy goodness.
And today some nice young men from the Salvation Army hauled it away so someone else can enjoy it.
Smokey (who is recovering nicely from his vet adventure) was quite incensed.
You let those men take my couch!
Looking at the picture again, I think I’ve given away everything shown except FUZZ and that red book (was signed by the author). I hate moving.
I so hate moving too!! Even if I really want to go where I’m going, I hate the act of purging, boxing, selecting, and just the hours of perplexity about what I want and what I don’t. I always end up crying. The last time, I was on the couch boohooing a little, and Caleb said, “What’s wrong?” I explained that I hate to move and why and he made it so simple…”Do you want to stay here or go to the new house?” Me: “Go to the new house.” Caleb: “Well, then this is just what you have to do to get there.” Okay, yes that was simple, but I did get to remember that everytime I wanted to quit. I hope I’m here for a good long while. I still haven’t unpacked boxes that I moved in September of last year.
Keep you chin up. Once you’re there, it will be done.
Yup…that’s the attitude I’m trying to take. To get to my new life, I have to shed some of the old life. So far, so good. 🙂