Tales from amongst the boxes

So we've decided to move. But in order to move, we must first sell our townhouse. It's only been 3 years--how much stuff could we possibly have?? Turns out we have enough to fill a 10x10 storage space, and most of our garage, and it still doesn't look like we've packed anything up. We've filled both garbage cans every weekend for a month, drop things off at Goodwill every Monday morning, and still we are drowning in crap. How did it get this bad?

I finished reading Little House to the young ones yesterday. Pa found out that the soldiers were coming to tell the settlers to move out of Indian Territory. According to the book, Pa finds this out, gives Mr. Scott the cow and calf, picks seed potatoes for dinner and then the next day they pack up all of their earthly possessions and three children and head to Independence to start the next chapter in their lives . Just like that. No realtors, no showings, no moving vans, storage lockers, curb appeal, nothing.....of course there were no tetnus shots, penicillan, life insurance or long distance phone calls, so there are some trade-offs.

Here's hoping the moving fairies swoop in soon to do their thing....