God I hate moving

For someone as apt to move as do pretty much anything, I really truly hate it. I guess in my dream moving world, whatever didn't fit in a car would just stay where it was and I would re-buy the stuff wherever I ended up. Of course, even with the rather modest amount of stuff that Tia and I tote around with us, it doesn't make sense. Especially when you factor in our average move time at about 6 months (with our record being just a hair under a year.....a record I hope we eclipse with this move).

There just always seems to be something. Wilsonville was too far from everything when I was no longer going to work in Salem. Our apartment off Capital was nice on the surface, and trash just beneath it (aided by the fact that the owner paid bills late and services were perpetually in limbo). Our King City house was too large and, again, too far from where we really wanted to be. Our new downtown pad was overly expensive, overly crowded, and in the end overly mold ridden. Our Fargo triplex has walls that are akin to Japanese paper doors and block no sound at all and though we fit in it, we only do so like someone slightly overweight trying to fit into their high school prom dress.........it just aint pretty.

Suffice to say it was with no little hope that we went to visit our soon to be new abode today after hearing the former tenant left it some time ago and were crestfallen to see how the back yard has fallen into jungle-like conditions since we last saw it some 6 weeks ago. We are now planning an interior walk through tomorrow hoping the inside looks significantly better. After signing dozens upon dozens of papers and forking over a, for us anyway, considerable sum of money, we just expected it to look like, well, like when we last saw it. Here is hoping tomorrow is much much better than the first time we walked into our current place. Otherwise, we better start formulating plan B............and with haste since we are 3 weeks from no place at all.