Moving Is Like Taking Off a Bandaid

This is what I told Rob today about my recent flurry of activity regarding our house. Moving is like taking off a bandaid: much less painful when you do it quickly.  Here are the things we did since talking to the realtor Thursday:

-cleaned out our closet (my half, so far)
-boxed up clothes for storage
-trashed a lot of trash
-gotten rid of the VW Thing that has been hulking in our driveway
-gotten rid of a lot of old doors (sad face from Kiki here), broken or just gross furniture
-taken down our rope swing in the front
-raked out leaves from the flower bed
-added dirt to the plants in front
-mowed the lawn
-took down Christmas lights
-moved some boxes out of our house
-took down personal photos from the walls

Is that all? It doesn't sound like as much as it FELT like.  Still, our front room looks emptied out, the walls look more bare, and you can see the floor and the shelves in my closet.  It's pretty amazing.

The rope swing took some real doing from Rob, and I was afraid for his safety so enlisted the help of Derek (Needs Derekshun), a friend from derby who lives nearby.  I texted him and said: "Want to come help Rob do something really stupid?"  He was over in a flash.

 Derek, glad to help with dangerous stunts.

 See?

 Rob tied such a good knot that it took like an hour to get it down!

Then he couldn't start the Thing, so he had Peter push it around the block with our Honda.  It was an interesting day.

So far, I can handle the moving thing.  I like cleaning things out and wish we lived like this all the time.  Maybe we can really get rid of a lot of things and then ACTUALLY live that way all the time!