The first of the movers came to give me an estimate.
He didn't know much .. he was just happy to sit on the sofa with the air conditioning and ask me questions and try to figure out where is Argentina.
Then he told me a few facts.
The more he told me, the less I wanted this company to pack and deliver my belongings .
I got no sense of security that this company would care if they broke my dining room table or chairs, he showed a little too much interest in some of the art and had a nice moment of trying to talk me into making a deal right now, on the spot, let's do it !
So then I got mail that freaked me out until I made a phone call and realized that that mail no longer applies to me. Someone else gets to deal with it.
A decision has been made though.
I definitely want a dog when I get moved .
lol ... enough of this talk about movers and lawyers and ugly realtors, no more panic attacks .. let's rent a pretty condo in Florida and laugh all winter long.
Lets settle the kitties into their new nest then when they think life is just grand, let's give them a puppy to play with.
I veer from small cute little things to nice big protection types.
I grew up with German Shepherds.
During my marriage we had 2 Standard Poodles. Tate was so much more than a dog. Any of you reading this knows exactly what I mean.
My cats are my babies but it would be nice to walk a dog. Have a dog make a sound or show me in some way that there is a person outside the door .. window .. whatever.
So as soon as I have packed, which is kind of what I should be doing now, the mover will be chosen, they will take my stuff to Florida and I will be right behind them.
Kitties and dreams held close.
I look forward to more happy stressless days than days like this.