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Movin' on up... to the east side

We are moving again. We moved into this house last year on 12/26 and now we get to move to another house on 12/28. Can you tell I'm trying very hard to use positive language to describe this? We GET TO... not we HAVE TO. Honestly, I'm dreading it. The packing, the cleaning, the moving truck, the tape, the things that inevitably get lost in a move and not found again until time for the next move. To top it off, the house we're moving to is in a less desirable neighborhood, is considerably smaller, is older, and lacks some basic items we've come to rely on (dishwasher, washing machine, dryer). And the reason for the move... well don't get me started. It stems from greediness and family issues, I'll leave it at that.

So now we're trying to have a Clark Griswald "Good old-fashioned Christmas," while simultaneously packing and sorting our belongings. We want to get out of this house and into the new one before D goes back to work on the 4th. Oh yeah, and we have to make a trip up to Bloomington to paint that house and get it ready for sale. In our spare time.

David also found out at work that there will be lay offs. The governor has said all state colleges & universities have to cut their budgets by some insane number - I'm pretty sure it was 300 gozillion dollars. He won't find out until January or February if he's one losing his job, but it seems like a fair possibility. So he's also sending out apps for teaching jobs in other places. In his spare time.


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