Well, I do not enjoy moving. I love being in another place, but I wish someone would pack for me. We have in our heads left the house we are (still) in now, but obviously cannot be in the new one. Plus the one now is a place we are renting, it was supposed to be only for 6 months and is now going on 14, so we never personalized it, it never really felt like "home".
I moved quite a few times in my life, some moves were temporary ones and planned so, two were permanent ones, but let me tell you: without kids, it is a breeze. No problem at all. With kids, it's a whole different thing, plus the size of the houses we are talking about is not small. Thank God we are not changing schools again, the new house is 1km away so that is nice, but I just wished it was finished and I could have a nice tea in front of a warm fire and just think about Xmas.
Anyway, I can talk and talk and moan and cry, it is not going to change the situation. Let's just say I am that near to getting a contract (the "feet in concrete and there you go in the Med" kind of contract
) on my electrician and my heating guy.
Milk in my cup.