There is a small dumpster in my driveway. I'm about to fill it with the stuff in the garage that needs to go and will not be making it to the next move because it should have never made the move here from the last move.
We haven't listed our house for sale yet because... waiting. Waiting on me to get over my cold and get back on track to getting it show ready. Waiting on the cleaning person to deep clean. Waiting on a window to be replaced. Waiting waiting. And it's okay, because I am a big believer in perfect timing, so this must be just part of the story. No hurry. More ocean.
We also have no idea where we are moving to. I can't even narrow down which city it should be. We can live in the super cool college town with beautiful views but our house might be smaller and with no yard. Also busy roads. Small town living has gotten me wayyy used to only 3 stop lights. Or we could live out in the country. I like space and trees and views -- and less stop lights -- but the kids want a neighborhood and houses right next door.
I guess as long as we have good schools and a roof over our heads, it does not matter. But please oh please have a nice kitchen and lots of windows.