I am finding myself giving back the house I was living in for so many years. The MHA (Make Homes Affordable) plan does not apply to me. Not sure why but thats the way life is going for me at the moment. So anyways on to my post.
Because we cannot live in the house we are giving back I am forced to move so I've spent most of the week moving and all weekend. My Dad originally purchased the house in 83 and sold it to me in 07. I've been there a good part of my life and as you can guess there are things stored everywhere. I have got to go in the attic yet and in the storage shed behind the house. I've almost have filled up the apartment and still have tons of stuff to go through. The apartment looks like a tornado went through and I cannot find anything. I have forgotten how much stuff we have accumulated over the years. While I have been blessed with some awesome friends and people willing to help us move it has been a very frustrating and saddening occasion. I have been dreading even getting up in the morning and facing this monster challenge that has been set before me.
So going through this ordeal made me wonder what are the experiences of others out there? I would love to read about your experience and even get some tips for the next time this hellish event comes to me. I've moved in the past but nothing like this. Maybe its the extra added on emotion that has me down and out living in this depth of chaotic madness. It's a piece of my childhood going down the drain very much like it was in reality. ok sorry just rambling now but would love to here of your experiences and how you did it (was it coordinated or chaotic)
Because we cannot live in the house we are giving back I am forced to move so I've spent most of the week moving and all weekend. My Dad originally purchased the house in 83 and sold it to me in 07. I've been there a good part of my life and as you can guess there are things stored everywhere. I have got to go in the attic yet and in the storage shed behind the house. I've almost have filled up the apartment and still have tons of stuff to go through. The apartment looks like a tornado went through and I cannot find anything. I have forgotten how much stuff we have accumulated over the years. While I have been blessed with some awesome friends and people willing to help us move it has been a very frustrating and saddening occasion. I have been dreading even getting up in the morning and facing this monster challenge that has been set before me.
So going through this ordeal made me wonder what are the experiences of others out there? I would love to read about your experience and even get some tips for the next time this hellish event comes to me. I've moved in the past but nothing like this. Maybe its the extra added on emotion that has me down and out living in this depth of chaotic madness. It's a piece of my childhood going down the drain very much like it was in reality. ok sorry just rambling now but would love to here of your experiences and how you did it (was it coordinated or chaotic)