the husband and i had a grand scheme of how we were going to get our belongings out of florida.
soon realizing that plan wasn't going to work (or be cost effective), i started to panic
luckily my dad knew a friend of a friend who was able to transport our things to new york
of course this was all last minute and in about 8 hours, we packed everything up in the house
thank goodness my mom was able to help me, because i get overwhelmed very easy
we passed out when we were done and this morning my calves are burning from the countless
trips up and down the stairs. i'm terrified of the thought of my personal items being in
the hands of someone else - but i have no choice - i'm just going to pray, pray, pray my butt off, lol
i'm a little sad because i didn't get to really enjoy my first place
all i did was work and sleep during my time here, and by the time i quit that job, the hubby
moved ahead of me and i barely stayed there...it's just so lonely without him
i hate moving.