There is nothing like packing your life into cardboard boxes to make you wish that you had not accumulated so much stuff. My back is breaking just packing the books. Books that I cannot live without obviously; theology books, preaching books, commentaries, pastoral care........... the list is endless.
It, also, highlights the fact that as a housekeeper you really haven't done a very good job. Packing is definitely not something that someone who is still having massive coughing fits needs to do. I think that there are parts of my house that haven't been dusted in four years. I shudder to think about what is to come.
I thought I had found the perfect house, withing walking distance of the church, but he won't let me bring my dogs. No deal. I think that if he hadn't just finished replacing the carpet I could have convinced him, but, alas, it wasn't to be. Oh well, I can always live with my aunt and uncle until I find something and I still have three weeks. My aunt is getting right on it, so maybe I will have something soon.