Yes, every moment is being spent packing, sorting, cleaning, and more packing. The second bedroom in my house has become the box room.
Some days, I wish I didn't collect things (antiques, vintage dishes and glassware, miscellaneous stuff), had all my books on a tablet, and didn't have quilting as a hobby....
but that's not me so I just keep getting more boxes.
Here is another view a couple days later. My fabric is being buried in the back so I'm not tempted to sew...
Yes, those are my vintage snowshoes. Can't wait to hang them up in New Mexico where they will have a more appropriate context LOL!
Needless to say, I am way behind on visiting and commenting on blogs, have an overflowing email inbox, and have no idea what else is going on in the world.
This is my first house and at times I'm happy to be starting on a new adventure and a few times, I have shed tears for having to leave my little sanctuary. S. wisely told me that my memories travel with me and are not left here when I leave. I have been through a lot in this house. But then again, this house is 101 years old and my 14 years here is a relatively short period of time.
He thinks all the boxes are for him.
|"ROOOOOARRR" ----Remy, First of His Name, King of Boxes, Lord of Cat Toys|