my grandson moved on the weekend… he went from one apartment to another…

it reminded me of our move from our only apartment to our house… moving into the apartment had been an easier time as we were both coming from our parents’ homes and all of the furniture was delivered directly from the stores..

when we left the apartment, we didn’t have that much stuff and had friends to help us with the big things…

we arrived at the house eagerly around 9 am and discovered the elderly couple having tea at the kitchen table… they didn’t appear to be packed and may have forgotten they were leaving that day… yikes, it made for a stressful morning as we waited at the basically empty apartment, hoping they were going to be out in time for us to get in…

we had to be out of the apartment at the end of the day, so it did feel as though the clock was ticking…

when we turned up again at 3 pm they were gone and the house was empty…what a relief…

I have not moved since then… now there is a lot of stuff, lol…