Done! Another one off the list.
When we put our house on the market it was expected to take a year or more for it to sell. All of our activities in regards to disposing of personal property, all the things that accumulate in the lifetime of home ownership and raising a family, were paced for a slow and orderly transition. But that is not how it went. Our house was showing every day, sometimes twice a day and in just a little less than a month we had our first contract. Uh-oh what do we do now? We have to be out of this place in just a few weeks now.
The quickest, and easiest answer was to rent a store room. We had already disposed of huge quantities of "easy" stuff. The things that were obvious that we would not want in a nomadic lifestyle and had no real attachment to anyway. Then there was the stuff that the kids had already put dibs on, although not near as much as we had envisioned/hoped. That left us with an odd collection of furniture, tools, baby keepsakes, family photographs, stacks of genealogy research, and, as it turns out, things the kids had us keeping for them. A store room was not a permanent solution, but it was the right thing to do at the moment.
We had been whittling away at the store room contents since getting into it late last summer. With the taking of a large dining room suit to my cousin in South Carolina a couple of weeks ago we had actually gotten to a place where we could see light at the end of the tunnel in terms of getting the store room emptied out. That emptying out day came yesterday.
AND that was preceded by the buyer of my old 5th wheel making good on our deal and coming to pick up the Kountry Star (with check in hand) the day before that.
At Christmas time our son-in-law had graciously offered up precious basement space to take the remainder of what was in the store room. I tried to explain what he was letting himself in for, but he insisted. So, three months later here we are, stuffing a 5' X 12' U-Haul trailer full of these last bits of our traditional life that will not fit in our new abode of 400 sq ft. and transferring it to their basement.
This story may not be finished. Our daughter and son-in-law are away this weekend, visiting Justin's family in Ohio. Our son is house-sitting for his sister. We did not plan it this way, but we are making the move from store room to basement without Shauna and Justin knowing it. Chad is very apprehensive about the whole thing. He thinks his sister and brother-in-law are going to flip out when they see their basement full of stuff. We'll see.
But, in just the last two days we have made a huge shift. Physical ties, costs, taxes, all eliminated. The only connections we have with Georgia now are our kids and family history that dates back to the 1700's.
T -55 days to departure from Georgia.
The quickest, and easiest answer was to rent a store room. We had already disposed of huge quantities of "easy" stuff. The things that were obvious that we would not want in a nomadic lifestyle and had no real attachment to anyway. Then there was the stuff that the kids had already put dibs on, although not near as much as we had envisioned/hoped. That left us with an odd collection of furniture, tools, baby keepsakes, family photographs, stacks of genealogy research, and, as it turns out, things the kids had us keeping for them. A store room was not a permanent solution, but it was the right thing to do at the moment.
We had been whittling away at the store room contents since getting into it late last summer. With the taking of a large dining room suit to my cousin in South Carolina a couple of weeks ago we had actually gotten to a place where we could see light at the end of the tunnel in terms of getting the store room emptied out. That emptying out day came yesterday.
AND that was preceded by the buyer of my old 5th wheel making good on our deal and coming to pick up the Kountry Star (with check in hand) the day before that.
At Christmas time our son-in-law had graciously offered up precious basement space to take the remainder of what was in the store room. I tried to explain what he was letting himself in for, but he insisted. So, three months later here we are, stuffing a 5' X 12' U-Haul trailer full of these last bits of our traditional life that will not fit in our new abode of 400 sq ft. and transferring it to their basement.
But, in just the last two days we have made a huge shift. Physical ties, costs, taxes, all eliminated. The only connections we have with Georgia now are our kids and family history that dates back to the 1700's.
T -55 days to departure from Georgia.
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