Moving Madness

I hate moving outs. For one thing, I could easily get attached with the house, and all the memories it holds. But this year, we just had to move out. Box after box, I sorted things– clothes, books, dolls, toys, furniture. It was hard to decide which ones to keep and which ones to throw away!

And now the moving part. I just wished I called one of those cross country moving companies to do the dirty job! But before I could think of that, friends came in to help, making it so much easier for us.