We started moving on Monday, had the movers move all the furniture and boxes on Wednesday, and had closing on the old house on Friday afternoon. Sounds like plenty of time, doesn’t it?
Not for us. Somehow, even with Holly’s mom helping, Holly managed to string this out until well after closing. We closed at 1 p.m., and I know Holly was getting more stuff out of the house at 6 p.m. This is the kind of exciting life I lead.
Which reminds me that when we were negotiating a closing date for the old house, Holly proposed doing it the day after closing on the new house. I said there was no way we could move in 24 hours–little did I know that we could barely squeeze in a move over 5 days.
And speaking of the help my mother-in-law provided, I appreciate it–though now she knows how to get to the new house. I think Holly appreciated it too–at least that’s the impression I get because every time I ask where something might be packed, she says, “Who knows? My mother probably packed it.”
