I'm feeling rather the same way right now about addictions, though I think I might be on a slightly smaller scale.
I am frantically packing my house because it's officially going on the market this weekend.? There's a lot of insanity.?
I think (please think good thoughts at the universe) that I have found a place for the next 18 or so months.? It's in my school district (essential), in "town" (which will be new for Arielle and the idea of which she loves even though I think she's either going to have to walk to school or I'll wind up driving her), but it's also tiny.? 945 square feet of living space with 1880s width stairs kind of tiny.? Came to the conclusion last night that while my dresser would fit in the room, I don't think we can get it up the stairs.? It's going to be quite the adventure.
This last weekend was the beginning of moving things from inside this home to the new one.? (Darryl had already taken several loads from the garage to “His” barn.)
Today we took an entire cargo trailer of yarn, wool rovings, and a few sewing things.? The trailer is 12’ long x6’ wide x 7’ tall.? ?It was packed tightly.? 39 big tubs of yarn at the very front, then boxes of yarn, then wool.?
(This moving crap is exposing my addictions!? Darryl just looks at me and carries totes.)