The organizing is coming along. We took a load of unusable stuff to the dump on Saturday. Change is in the air. My kids are saying goodbyes to friends.
We've moved many times. This moving stuff is hard.
Room by room, closet by closet, dresser by dresser, I am going through clothes and making piles of clothes that are not being worn. I am getting rid of clothes that are too small or not used.
I am cleaning out the kitchen. I put all of the plastic cups that we don't need in a box.
This morning, I even went through my jewelry box. I found broken necklace chains. I made a small pile of jewelry that I don't want to keep.
The hardest part is going to be the toys. We don't need all of the toys we have. I like thinking about how much space we will have once the toys are paired down.
Change is exciting. I am excited about all of the possibilities...
Oh wait, we aren't moving. We just know family after family that is moving. This week my kids are going to play with another friend that is moving. Let's see, 4 friends (from 2 separate families) moved last week. This week, another friend is moving. And, yep, all of these kids have parents that I will miss.
I am cleaning out. I am excited about the possibilities. I am even pretending that I am getting ready for a move. I never want to move with this much stuff again.
We've moved many times. This moving stuff is hard ~especially when we are the family left behind.