Moving is just plain awful. I dread the packing and most fervently the unpacking. It gets overwhelming. When you add a move with moving into a fully furnished house complete with 40 years of stuff your family collected, you have a disaster on hand.
Take the kitchen for instance, I PURGED the kitchen heavily prior to our move heavily. I am talking I gave away pots, pans, plates, cups, etc. I sorted through the cookbooks and gave away four boxes of cookbooks I would never use. Fast forward to the unpacking stage, I still have too many cookbooks. I now have 6 boxes of cookbooks to try to sell at a garage sale. You add this to the flatware, pots, pans, measuring cups, etc that I also have for a garage sale.
I guess the moral of this story is, if you want something for your kitchen ask me first I might have triplicate. Unless it is the three rolling pins (1 from my mother’s father, 1 from my dad’s stepmother and 1 handmade french rolling-pin I bought myself) , I will probably be more than glad to spare.
On the positive side, I finally have the kitchen at a not embarrassing level. I am sure that by this time next year, I will have it organized exactly how I wish. Like I told a friend, I like to call this slow and steady method “thoughtful decorating.”
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