Packing and the sentamentalist

We are packing our things and this is usually not a good thing for a sentimentalist. EVERYTHING means something and it slows down the process immensely. As amazingly sentimental as I am however, I find this move easy mentally while difficult logistically. It is hard to know that I have been here almost nine years, it feels like three. Of course Abigail is still a newborn and my new car has been dented twice. While we are at it…
I have had three jobs.
I have been single, engaged, and married.
I have had six couches in this house.
I have hosted two New Years Parties.
I have extended the garage.
I have added a bathroom.
I have plumbed the whole house.
I have retrofit the electrical.
I have re-landscaped…twice.
I have learned to scuba dive.

I haven’t learned how to play pool.
I never got insulation in the walls.
I never cleaned under the stairs.
I didn’t fix the kitchen floor.

I planned on being here between three and five years.
We plan on being there over ten years, there will be a lot more have’s and haven’ts in Talbot. This house off Park has made Talbot possible and our first ‘have’ will be a second baby girl. Not too shabby.