I had easily shrugged off the chaos that moving was going to bring. After all, we were only going to list our house. It might not even sell. We’d just have to put up with periodic showings and figuring out what to do with the dogs during that time. There was no real risk of th
is actually happening.
And then we got an offer on the house and everything started falling into place. And we figured out how much this move was going to cost. There wasn’t going to be some house sell windfall fairy that was going to pay for all of this. It was going to be tight.
And then, all of sudden, we started packing up boxes of things that we had used in recent memory. Not daily stuff, but still enough that occasionally there was the, “Oh, right… that’s packed away.”
We’ve called three portable storage companies for moving costs. I even checked on full service moving (too expensive, but maybe 15% more than movers + storage and transport.)
And I have a large treadmill. And two occasionally rowdy medium-large dogs.
Oh yeah, and we’re going to the Philippines in between selling the house and moving in to the new house.
WHAT WERE WE THINKING?