Three weeks ago, Hallboy and I moved from the place where we’d been for 10 years, into a much smaller house. It took me three weeks to sort, purge and pack the stuff we wanted to take and still, we had too much stuff. Moving day, it was a question of “how tired am I, and do I really want to load this onto the truck then have to unload it?” Some of the stuff I thought I’d take was actually hauled to the alley for trash/scavenger pick up. (I don’t regret hauling it to the alley.) Because this house is smaller than where we were living before, there are boxes that are still waiting to be unpacked and furniture stuffed into the basement that I don’t have the room for them upstairs. (5 large bedrooms then, three smaller bedrooms now; attic space then, no attic space now; separate living room and dining room then, LR/DR Combo now; pantry with built in shelving then, smaller pantry without any built ins now.)
I don’t know how long I’ll be here (the rent was very low for the location, and my fear is that once the years lease is up, the owner will jack up the monthly rent when we move to a month-to-month rental agreement), but I’m hoping it’s for awhile, since I really do not want to move again any time too soon. (Like at least until Hallboy graduates from high school and I can, once again, downsize.)
I know what the word means, but why is it funny to Ozzies?