People Pay Us Money

We're basking in the Sunday night afterglow of one very productive weekend. The guest room is basically vacant. (Guess we can't really call it a guest room anymore.) With four pieces of furniture gone, and three boxes of books packed to be hauled off to charity (and just two boxes of books headed for storage) we are feeling good about our progress.

Everything we've done to prepare up to this point seems like it's child's play. When belongings you paid significant dollars for start walking out the door, your future as a fulltimer becomes very, very real.

Boris is feeling especially good about our accomplishments this weekend. In fact, he's a bit amazed.

"People pay us money," he has repeated more than once, "to haul our stuff away."

Sweet!

We're already plotting exactly what's going on Craigslist next weekend: a couple of chairs, a small refrigerator, two bookcases and several yards of decorator fabric.  It should be lots of fun.