I Hate Moving
Moving is always hard. We had to move from our then house because the family was getting bigger with my baby and my dad’s mom and brother who came from out of town to live with us. So, yeah, we definitely needed a bigger house. During the transition, we would move as much as we could in a day and then lock up and go back the next day. Well, when we went back, we were in complete shock. Someone or more than one, had broken into the house. They ransacked the entire house. They stole almost everything. All my brand new baby stuff, my brand new NFL sport jackets, I mean, just so much stuff. We had started with all the big items; furniture, appliances, what we needed for the night, etc…. Then we were going to go back for the rest. All our clothes and smaller items. We called the police and made a report. These people took everything. I mean, they even had the nerve to take all the ceiling fans in the house. They left a huge mess. It was devastating and gave me an uneasy feeling. I felt like they were watching us and laughing. It was a terrible feeling. As horrible as that was, we did still have great insurance. It wasn’t the same, but at least we were able to replace a lot of the stuff that was taken. But no amount of money could replace the emotional toll or the sentimental value.