I hate moving. When we moved into this place 5 years ago, we decided we weren't moving again until we bought a place. And lo and behold.... we have! I'm beginning to have moving stress dreams - last night's was the goofiest yet.

I'm not sure if it was helping move Adrienne and Jim that provoked this one - actually seeing a house full of stacked box upon box upon box. I woke up early this morning after a dream that we were standing in the Anderson house, surrounded by boxes.... and i realized:
me: Hey Russell - we forgot to pack the dishes...
Russell: ...And the pots and pans!
me: And the pot rack!
... And then the sinking realization that the kitchen at the old place was completely intact, unpacked & unmoved.

Weird.