Hell is Moving

We are in moving mode again.  Again.

Flash back to pre-blog times.  In our 27 years together prior to this RV, we owned nine houses.  Thus bought and sold 18 times, including two sold on our own.  Twenty mortgages, if memory serves, and it often doesn't.  With this tenth house, the Realtors association may send us a fountain pen in appreciation of fees paid.

Plus rented several apartments and houses.  Mostly because of the cats and dogs who lived with us.  So we moved in and out of places every two years on average.  Mostly via our own power, instead of hiring movers.

Bruce lived in six places in undergraduate school.  And several apartments after that.  Five apartments before age 18 too.

Jenna lived likewise.  Even lived in Norway with the pre-Bruce spouse.  [Jenna says she was just preparing for Bruce.]

Then we lived in an RV.  And entered a different phase of moving.  Easier in some ways, harder in others.

By our behavior, you would think we enjoy moving.  You would think wrong.  Shifting possessions about, calculating and manipulating money to facilitate the process, readjusting to new environs, sometimes starting new jobs or schools.  It puts a strain on a body...and mind.

And, in the end, there you are anyway.

So we are moving again.  This time from our RV into a house.  Actually from one vehicle to another.  The RV is a vehicle of course.  The manufactured home is considered a vehicle.  Two actually, as it was made in two parts.  You have no doubt seen parts of these houses slowly moving down the highway, wide loads on flatbed trucks.  Pilot car with flashing lights.  Plastic wrap flapping noisily in the wind.  Thus we purchase two plates at the Division of Motor Vehicles. 

We are also buying a car to replace the truck.  Vehicle three.  If Jenna and I kill each other over this, you can call it vehicular[s] homicide.

Since we rent, not purchase our lot in the community, we are not purchasing real property.  Tho the house looks real enough to me.  Which makes this simpler.

Not simple.  Just simpler.

Your possessions possess you.

Bruce