Bill and I recently moved. Moving is a situation of give and take, you give up something you like for something you like more. I gave up central air for a fenced in back yard. I gave up a roomy kitchen for a basement. I gave up a mediocre town home for a duplex which I share with Nuns and $210 less a month. I could not be happier with my decision.
The difficultly of moving is placement. Where do we put all of this crap? My closet overflows with my collection of t-shirts and jeans and I have a close personal relationship with all of my books. However, I dispose of old clothing with few exceptions and I gave away 47 books to my school library this year. But Bill throws away nothing. Not a woodworking project from middle school, old video game boxes, and cds he doesn’t even like. This proves the sentimentality of my spouse. Beyond that, I larger issue is furniture.
Five bookshelves, three beds, three desks, three entertainment centers, two sofas, and one table, scratch the surface of the stuff we have. The house came with two more full sized tables. Sometimes all of this furniture becomes clunky, but we have good amount of room in our new place. Bill was sitting in our living room one day and realized our furniture are gifts, hand me downs, or craigslist cast offs. All of which we cobbled together into a home.
You have an open invitation to come over, but call early. Casa Berg books fast.



