Gypsy Life

We've finally all moved out of our house in Bethlehem. By Thursday morning, all of our furniture in the POD was being hauled out of our driveway and was en route to their warehouse. By Thursday afternoon at 3, our junk was all gone. Also Thursday morning, I disassembled the Little Guy's crib so that it could be sold via Craigs List for $50. (I told the Little Guy that he was a Big Boy now, so we were giving his crib to a newborn little girl who needed one.) On Friday morning, the movers came.

In short, our house was emptying before our very eyes. Meanwhile, the Little Guy was starting to freak out a little.

It's very strange to own one house and have a lease for another apartment, yet have nowhere to go. I felt more at home at the Residence Inn we had reserved for Thursday and Friday nights.

Hubby's driver came to pick him up at 5:15 Friday night. I didn't think I'd get overly emotional, but I surprised myself by having to hold back tears as the car pulled out of the driveway. I'm a pretty independent person, but 3+ weeks is a long time to be separated! It'll be good to see him when he returns 8 Aug, and I'm sure he feels the same way. I hope that time passes quickly for all of us.

On Saturday morning, the only thing I had to do was wait around for the mail, which had possibly already begun being forwarded since I personally handed the change of address card to our regular carrier on Friday. The car was packed to the gills, with valuables such as my laptop and the Little Guy's portable DVD player. Plus, the Little Guy had fallen asleep in the car. I really didn't feel like waiting around for the mail when I had no place to go to except an empty house. So, I decided to take off for my in-law's apartment mid-morning. We got there by lunchtime.

It felt good to not feel like a wandering Gypsy anymore.