A foot in both worlds

We're not sure when the final move to our Indiana place will be. Pesky details like selling our NY property* during a housing crisis will hang us up for awhile.


Meanwhile, we've taken one trip out and one load of boxes in our Ford Ranger.


One load of things we KNEW we could live without.


Where's the box of photos? Indiana.
Where's the old shovel? Indiana.
Where's the sleeping bag and extra blanket? Indiana.


Gonna be a long move.

*Buy Me Now!

New meaning to the term

In anticipation of our move, we've rehomed the goats and chickens.

I am truly feeling the pain of "empty nest syndrome"!

Changes

Woodchuck Acres was supposed to be our final home.

Growing old together on our two acres of rocks and weeds, living the good life in the country, embracing our twilight years in the serenity of rural Chenango County and all of that bullcrap.

Which doesn't really explain why I found myself in early February driving around southern Indiana with a realtor.

Let's just say Life Changes.

So, here we are well within spittin' distance of Social Security, about to leave this:

For this:

We've got some work ahead of us!