Greetings,
T - minus 1 week and a wake up.
It's Moving Day.
As the Greek movers roll up in their trucks... I realize that we are really going to leave this place!
Let the games begin...
My absolute favorite mover.... he played the violin from Israel, the xylophone from Thailand.
Everything gets wrapped.... EVERYTHING!
After an hour or so... some guy comes in and says, "No pictures!" And he puts his hand in front of the camera.
Let me think about this ....
my house
my stuff
my camera?
What is the problem here... is he doing something he does not want me to photo?
The hallways are too narrow... so the boxes and furniture and the second and third floor... get tossed / lowered from the balcony.
Harry's was a great help... he pretty much stayed right here the entire time.
Ah, it's all gone. Boxed up. Crated up. And ready to ship off.
I hope it makes it to Virginia safe and sound and in one piece.
Blessings,