This week it's my sister's turn. It's her turn to finish packing up her house (again) and shove all her belongings and her husband and two kids onto a moving truck (again) and move to a land far, far away (ok, it's not really that far) to CT.
Each summer we seem to take turns moving. We both have basically made a vocation out of packing up our homes and moving. To be fair, she's the one who's actually moved to various states (and another country) while I've just hopped around MD suburbs. Like I said before, since moving to MD in 2002, I've lived 8 places. Yes. Eight places in nine years. My sister has lived in about that many places, too.
My poor parents. They've helped with almost every move. If you count all the times they moved us in and out of college dorm rooms and apartments each semester, that's a lot of lifting and back aches. They deserve some kind of award...or at least a day at the spa.
In honor of my sister' big move, here are some pics of our move from May that never got posted...
Each summer we seem to take turns moving. We both have basically made a vocation out of packing up our homes and moving. To be fair, she's the one who's actually moved to various states (and another country) while I've just hopped around MD suburbs. Like I said before, since moving to MD in 2002, I've lived 8 places. Yes. Eight places in nine years. My sister has lived in about that many places, too.
My poor parents. They've helped with almost every move. If you count all the times they moved us in and out of college dorm rooms and apartments each semester, that's a lot of lifting and back aches. They deserve some kind of award...or at least a day at the spa.
In honor of my sister' big move, here are some pics of our move from May that never got posted...
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