Moving

I hate moving. Love the house, but this has been an exhausting move. We've been moving boxes and junk every single night since we closed on the 19th (except last Friday when I actually got the night off). So the schedule is, work all day, meet at the condo, pack and move (multiple loads), then somewhere around 10pm-ish, make it to the house. Wash, rinse, repeat. Over, and over, and over, until the condo's dumpster starts looking very attractive rather than putting yet another box in the Aztek.

I think we're getting towards the end. Almost down to just the "big stuff" at which maybe we'll finally hire someone to move that part. Next time? Someone's packing and moving it all, baby, and it ain't gonna be me.

I did get to finally enjoy the pool briefly on Saturday and Sunday for a few minutes. Hopefully I'll get to do that every day once I don't have to go to the blasted condo after work every single night.