
I've moved a few times in my life (alas, hasn't everyone?!) and each time it has been something of a bittersweet experience. When it comes to the actual packing, I have no qualms about doing the work of ten men especially if it means keeping ten men from touching my stuff . And even as I'm tucking my treasures into boxes, I'm mentally arranging where all will go when I arrive on the other end and take it all out again.
Fond MemoriesAnd yet, once all the boxes are loaded up and hauled away, and I take one last walk through of the empty rooms, there's a definite sadness in leaving. I suddenly notice niceties I overlooked before, colors and comforts I didn't always recognize.
On The Road AgainNevertheless, my blog is indeed moving--a nice roomy place across town at http:
www.barbaraforteabate.wordpress.comAnd To You, My Faithful SubscribersMy new place is very attractive and comes with some really nice amenities. I sincerely hope you'll come on over. I stocked the fridge and fluffed the pillows on the comfy sofa. Because, honestly, it really wouldn't be the same without you there
Published on January 24, 2012 12:11