The light at the end of the tunnel is getting larger by the day and I just pray it isn't a train. We get the keys to our new home in 10 days. It doesn't seem like that long when you say it, but it feels like an eternity! I should be grateful for the time I still have because there is so much that needs to be done. We started packing this weekend (by packing I mean that the contents of our bookcases are now hiding snuggly in 2 of Michael's suitcases. Everything I've read about organized moving states that the non-essentials should be packed first. (Obviously.) Books, pictures, decorations...pretty much anything on a shelf or a wall is the first to go. This has been more difficult than you would imagine. Taking pictures off the wall signifies that we are pulling up our roots; that we'll be leaving. (I know what you're thinking: "Well, duh, Ashley. Moving means leaving the place you're living in and going to live somewhere eles." I understand this, but it's not that simple. This move means a significant amount of change. Grandma will be going into a care facility, the house that I came home to after I was born and has always been there to come home to my entire life will be sold. After 42(ish) years, strangers will live in my grandparents' home. It won't be my grandparents' home...People who have no knowledge or appreciation of the lives that have been lived there will come in and erase all traces of our existence. Whomever buys the house will be unaware of the fact that every inch was customized in some way by my grandpa and grandma. My grandpa poured his heart and soul into the yard and all of his fruit trees. Will anyone care or love them as much as he did?
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