Moving is No Darn Fun...

How I admire people who move house with equanimity!  I am not one of those people, sad to say.  When I went to get boxes for the move, there were none.  I had never been to that store before and asked for boxes without being given way more than we needed.  This time, no dice.  And no time or energy to find other places with boxes to give away.

So...Dear One has been using garbage bags.

The entire hallway from the second bedroom/study (you will note I am NOT calling it the work room this time...) all the way to the kitchen door and into the living room.  At the very end you can see the air conditioner that we need to put in the storage room.

This is the same hall, which had been mostly emptied of bags, having put many things away and trashed others.  And there are AT LEAST that many more bags still in the old apartment.  I am now beginning a major purge of stuff that I thought I could not live without.  Fortunately I have found some people who will take some things, but there is still much to be disposed of.

As far as the storage room off the "patio", when I looked out there today, it looks like it is about three feet square!  What is with that!!  The one at our other apartment was at least double that size.  Argh!  More stuff has to go.

The nice thing about the old apartment is that Dear One has emptied and cleaned the bedroom, two bathrooms, living room/dining area/kitchen area, including cleaning the refrigerator...most of this while I was at the office.  I am very grateful to him for taking that load off my mind.