moving sucks

Did I say that just five years ago? Perhaps I was still too grief stricken over the fact that we were moving and how much the recession sucked. But yes, moving sucked five years ago…and it sucked thirteen years ago (even with the excitement of home ownership for the very first time)…and it sucked five years before that and before that and every damn time I have moved in my lifetime.

True story: I moved, or actually was moved nine times during my years in elementary school, junior high and high school which is absolutely the very best thing to do to a lonely, very shy, child in the caregiver/golden retriever role in a alcoholic, mentally ill, abusive, dysfunctional family because character building and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and all the rest of the bullshit. At least I know how to pack up and clean up a home with almost obsessive efficiency.

So here we are in 2016 and, yes, moving still sucks. But, at the same time, moving to a new home is the promise of a new adventure with more memories. But first we must get through the process of downsizing and packing and cleaning and motivating some clowns whom I adore who are quite literally one stack of shit away from an episode of Hoarders…REALLY!!!…and dealing with everyone’s stress and anxiety…and mine…and…

Especially the furry beasts because from their point of view, things everywhere are being boxed up and are disappearing and literally what else is going to happen and why is the food bowl half empty and how long can they survive when they are abandoned…which is exactly how the furry creatures under The Big Top are acting right now.

I swear if I clean up anymore cat or dog yack…

Moving sucks y’all…but hang in there my circus, furry and otherwise. This is part of the adventure.