Getting a move on...

So, if a good clean and purge of unwanted doodads makes you feel good and satisfied, wouldn't an even bigger clean and huger purge make you feel tremendous?

I had this idea that this packing would be like the ultimate spring clean. That each room would shimmer and shine in our wake as we moved onto the next room. But I was a tad mistaken. Behold...

We are wading through more and more crap as we go. We have boxes for things to be stored, boxes and bags of trash, bags and piles of things to be given, donated, and sold. And in between... stuff is just flying out of every little nook and spewing out all over the house, the floors, the furniture.

The weather a couple days ago was so beautiful and we'd worked so hard that we treated ourselves to a family bike ride around the park to take a much-needed break.


It was Regin's first time in the trailer that we've been borrowing from a friend. He was so cute. He was banging his feet on the floor which made a booming sound, and could be heard off and on throughout his ride.


George and I didn't fare so well. We were so beat from packing and my legs were so fatigued already, that we couldn't even make it around the park all the way, because the tiny incline we had to face was too much. So we cycled back the way we came, and cycled on home!