The movers come tomorrow. Actually, some come today to crate up the televisions and a couple pieces of art (Do we actually have “art” pieces in our house that are worth crating compared to others?).

The movers are hired by the company which is mostly nice. The slightly not nice part is that we have no idea when they will show up. I guess we are lucky to know which day they will show up.

Moving Day is this sort of unknown black hole. We’ve never had movers. Do we still buy pizza?

It’s been almost 22 years since we last moved. Back then, we had friends with cars and trucks, pizza and beer. That was our moving company. Of course, we had one couch, one chair, a bed, maybe a dresser and lots of books. I’m not sure there was even a dining room table.

There was definitely a TV. There was something on TV that required that it be in the new house and hooked up by noon (Pro Bowl?). I think it was Tim who didn’t want to miss it.

I remember because we moved in July. The hottest day on record that summer. And we had a short window of time between when we could get out of the condo complex and when Tim needed to be in front of a working TV at noon. The condo complex we were moving out of was repaving the parking area so after 8 a.m. we couldn’t drive in to or out of the condo area. Everything we owned had to be loaded by 8 a.m. and headed out of the complex.

And we did it. By noon we were huddled on a couch and chair or the floor to watch the TV and eat pizza. We drank beer and danced on the patio that night. We talked, laughed and dreamed of forever.

We moved into this almost 2,000 square foot home with three bedrooms. It felt cavernous. Empty rooms and ideas for the future. Two floors of space and a whole lifetime to fill it up.

We did fill it up with two amazing boys, family and friends, memories of good times and sad times, laughter, Christmas parties, Sunday dinners and an almost never-ending supply of cookies, multiple dogs, and so much more.

This time we have a bit more to move. Rooms filled with furniture, stacks of books, a huge load of memories and maybe a few more dreams.

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