Generation Y’ers (or “Millennials” – people born between 1982 and 2002) are getting a reputation for violating Thomas Wolfe’s much-abused maxim, “You can’t go home again.” My daughter and her husband beat it into submission a couple of months ago when they moved back to New Orleans. He is being deployed to Iraq in January and we are thankful she’ll be nearby while he’s away. We’ll be even more thankful when they are actually “nearby” as in, not camped out in my living room, but safely ensconced in their own apartment.
Things have been pretty chaotic lately but something I’d forgotten since I’ve been a homeowner for a while: professional moving companies are awesome. Just take a moment to savor the idea of people coming to your home, packing up your stuff, risking life and limb (or at least lower back injuries) to get it from point A to point B, then taking it all out of the boxes for you so all you have to do is place it where you want. Worth. Every. Nickel. Especially now that I’m looking at piles of their unpacked stuff everywhere, until they move out this weekend. Oh, I’ll miss them. But they’ll be back often for dinner (probably with a few loads of dirty laundry) so I’ll manage. Life is good.
