Moving....
I've just finished moving everything I own to a house 3 miles away - I was extremely worried about Jazz and how she'd do. She was not fond of me leaving her (in the old house) with my niece and nephew while I took load after load to the new house. She couldn't care less about the disorder or the boxes - she just wanted to be with me. We sat a chair at the window so she could watch me come and go. Everytime I'd leave or come back, I'd get the cutest little arrooroos.
Finally last night, we finished. I know where nothing is in the new house other than Jazz. Her area was set up first and she was most appreciative. The new house has all wood floors - she is not a fan of this. She has a pillow in every room and we are looking at area rugs.
I think part of her grumpiness of me coming and going during the move was the fact that she couldn't sleep. When I left her this morning - she didn't even raise her head. I got a couple of blinks and that was it.
Finally last night, we finished. I know where nothing is in the new house other than Jazz. Her area was set up first and she was most appreciative. The new house has all wood floors - she is not a fan of this. She has a pillow in every room and we are looking at area rugs.
I think part of her grumpiness of me coming and going during the move was the fact that she couldn't sleep. When I left her this morning - she didn't even raise her head. I got a couple of blinks and that was it.
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Im sure after a week or so, and some new rugs, Jazz will be just fine.
Glad the move went okay, hope you are well.
I hate moving, but it's let me throw a bunch of stuff away. When my parents died, I had a tough time throwing away insignificant items. I'm past that now and have kept just the items that have true significance to my parents.
And I hope the Queen catches up on her sleep very soon!
I'm glad the move went well
Brad - I agree - I still think it's worse to move a small distance because you feel you can make several small trips vs. this is all that can go in the trunk and we're not coming back!
The hard part is my OCD - things are supposed to be in a particular order. I work really hard to control this and last night was horrible. It was so late after the last load and I was already starting to organize. I had to take a sleeping pill so that I could relax enough to sleep. I have a feeling tonight will be a long night...
Needless to say, we are now trying to train her to the rug....