I'm so glad I didn't sell it.
Back in excited, forward-looking mode today. The movers are here, taking box after box out of the house. It's a family-run, local moving company and they've been absolutely great, coming to check on our progress each day and offering a lot of helpful advice. I feel completely confident that they'll get everything there safely tomorrow - the one question is whether we're going to be over-weight for the truck. But we'll find that out pretty soon.
Good luck, Beth! I'm envious: I LOVE the end of things; it gives me a rush of nostalgia, wistfulness, regret coupled with anticipation - a mix that I'm quite addicted to.
Posted by: Anna | July 15, 2009 at 10:13 AM
Beth, these posts have been wonderful. Wonderful. Thank you.
Posted by: Pica | July 15, 2009 at 12:19 PM
I can't imagine you would have even considered selling your piano!
Posted by: Kaycie | July 15, 2009 at 01:03 PM
Holy Cow! Like Atlas, the big man gets the spot below the piano.
Posted by: Bill | July 15, 2009 at 02:03 PM
Beth,
Haven't replied for a while, but I've been reading all along. Wishing you the best of luck with the move. So many memories tied up with this, but also the excitement of new beginnings just ahead. I know you'll make the most of it.
Posted by: mary mccloskey | July 15, 2009 at 07:28 PM
:-) You're over the hump! It's downhill from here. In the good sense.
Posted by: dale | July 21, 2009 at 02:54 PM