Moving As A Life Theme

We are 2 months post-move so the timing is right to move "The Mama" from Bakersfield up to Santa Rosa as well.

Do I have a secret "thing" for movers?

Unfulfilled wish to drive a moving van?

In any event, the date has been set and in a week Mr. T. and I will return to Bako to pack up my mother and move her back to her own condo--the same condo we lived in the last year.

I wish we came with hindsight being first. It was only a month ago that the decision was made NOT to have her move back and so we held the Grand Estate Sale and sold off everything she had left in the condo. It had been rented as a furnished unit for the last few years and we had decided to rent it out as an unfurnished unit.

Estate Sales are gut-wrenching events when it's your stuff--or your mother's. The first wave of wallets goes through all your stuff, scattering the neat piles, having no regard for "things" that have years of meaning and associations packed in them--but the meaning is only for you. The second wave of bargain-hunters comes expecting everything to be marked down to only a few cents above giving it away--and it comes pretty close. That's the day you see the dishes, knick knacks, pictures, etc., being sold for whatever anyone offers.

And then the Junk Man comes. He swoops through the house tossing everything into his beat-up pick up truck, complains about taking the appliances and, in our case, even taking the toilet paper off the rolls in the bathrooms and hauling EVERYTHING away. So much for baubles and more hauled around for an entire lifetime. It is the demotion of personal to trash. It also hurts.

But I digress....after going through all that and disposing of all my mother's stuff, the decision is made for her to move back home. Of course! Timing is everything! The irony of now going out to other Estate Sales and haunting bargain shops to replace what she already had just 4 weeks ago is not lost on me.

Sigh.........and another move begins.