I've had some bad moving experiences in the past. If you move enough...and I've moved plenty in the past few decades...you're going to have some stories to tell and some crazy shit to deal with, right? Sure.
Well, after dozens of treks across town... across the state...across the country, this is the first move that I actually thought... several times...might kill me. Trust me when I say that IF we ever move again ( and I should add that as of now, I am fully planning on dying in this house) I will be hiring professionals.
But it's over. We're out. We're in. We're done. We're sore as hell and there's so much to do...but we can do it whenever we want...whenever we're able. A fresh start in a beautiful house that's perfect for us. It was worth it, right?
There's still a long way to go. Getting the studio and all the gear setup is going to take time. There's not much in the bedroom except the bed and TV... though I'm sure that while we don't need much more than that, we'll figure out how to fill it up with something soon enough.
So then, back to life amongst the boxes I must return for now.
