It seems like a simple operation, stuffing everything you own into boxes, cramming it onto a trailer, and hauling it to the new place. It would not be moving without mishaps
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Even the longest night must break to the glory of the day.
Besides... even in the darkest night, the moon is still up there... somewhere! Even when you can't see it.
Now, granted it's 3am and those words probably sound a lot more wise to a tired mind than they really are, but I guess what I'm trying to say is, hold to that brief moment you had this morning, and look forward to the next one. Just think. It may not be *quite* morningstar hall... but you've traveled the road and are knocking at the door.
.... and damn, do I get all pretentiously poetic when I get tired. I'm sorry about the stove. And I still can't wait for pictures! :D
One day very soon, you'll be moved in, with a non-wonky stove, Morningstar Hall a haven of comfort, and waves of renewed strength for all the beauty and delicious filth you put into the world! And it will be AWESOME.
Now, it's just dealing with the crap. {{{fortitude}}}
Me, I am proud of you. You've done more work on your house before you moved in than any other friend of mine I can think of, you have so many artistic endeavors going all at the same time, and you've just endured a move During the Christmas-holiday season and you're not a raving lunatic.
well. No more of a raving lunatic than you were before anyway... *loves on the Naamah at a safe distance*
I think you are strong, I forgive all kinds of spacing-out of stressed out friends during the holidays, I bet your friends do the same.
thank you for sharing your process with us, I find it educational and also a good warning for when my husband and I (finally) buy a house.
Hestia's fire to you, peace of the solstice to you, blessings on your family and your new abode.
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Besides... even in the darkest night, the moon is still up there... somewhere! Even when you can't see it.
Now, granted it's 3am and those words probably sound a lot more wise to a tired mind than they really are, but I guess what I'm trying to say is, hold to that brief moment you had this morning, and look forward to the next one. Just think. It may not be *quite* morningstar hall... but you've traveled the road and are knocking at the door.
.... and damn, do I get all pretentiously poetic when I get tired. I'm sorry about the stove. And I still can't wait for pictures! :D
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Now I can see the moon
-Masahide
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*smooch*
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One day very soon, you'll be moved in, with a non-wonky stove, Morningstar Hall a haven of comfort, and waves of renewed strength for all the beauty and delicious filth you put into the world! And it will be AWESOME.
Now, it's just dealing with the crap. {{{fortitude}}}
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well. No more of a raving lunatic than you were before anyway...
*loves on the Naamah at a safe distance*
I think you are strong, I forgive all kinds of spacing-out of stressed out friends during the holidays, I bet your friends do the same.
thank you for sharing your process with us, I find it educational and also a good warning for when my husband and I (finally) buy a house.
Hestia's fire to you, peace of the solstice to you, blessings on your family and your new abode.
~Liz
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