More and more people have been coming to see the house lately, and although we had given up hope of ever being able to rent it out, I'm starting to think that we just might get out of here after all. We don't really have a plan, if we do end up renting out the house, but eventually we will be relocating somewhere far away from here. Not to say that "here" is particularly awful; it isn't. But "here" is where I've always been. I am currently living about twenty miles from where I grew up. I can't wait to find a new place to call home!
Since Mike and I are practically professionals at counting our chicks before they're hatched, we've begun talking about our move with renewed excitement. Moving should be exciting, shouldn't it?
We were originally planning on handling all the labor ourselves -- renting or buying a truck or trailer, packing our boxes, and loading our things without any kind of assistance (other than the free kind that may be given by friends and family). Mike's a DIY guy, and he hates relying on people. However, a local moving company has been generating some buzz lately, and that's prompted us to consider hiring professional movers to take our stuff . . . well, wherever it is we end up going. To be honest, I'm all for calling in the pro's.
Of course, before we make any concrete plans, we're going to check out relocation company reviews to make sure that we'll get the kind of service we expect. Obviously, having positive reviews is important. We don't have an overwhelming amount of valuables -- a couple nice but not incredible televisions and our computers which will probably get packed into our cars anyway -- but that doesn't mean we don't care how our things are treated en route to the new place.
It's a lot to think about, but for some reason, I can't seem to think about much else these days.