It has been just over two weeks since we signed a contract to buy a cute little log house in the mountains of North Carolina. Since that time my head has been spinning and the Man of the House has been packing.

We have already taken one rental truck load of stuff up to the new house. It was mostly items from the garage and art supplies. I have been chained to my desk doing the phone and computer stuff trying to make all the changes that are needed for a move.

I will not be anxious to do this again any time soon. Three moves in less than five years is just crazy. I would never say this is the last move because I have moved six times since I had that very thought.

The other part of the chaos is the sale of our current home. We have a contract with a couple who had been renting a house across the street. Now there is to be an appraisal and a home inspection this week, plus the termite guy for the semi-annual treatment. I hope they don’t judge me too harshly about housekeeping since things are in quite a mess. I guess they are trained to look beyond the aesthetics.

It’s interesting how people treat you after you announce you are moving. The woman on the right of us cries every time she comes over, she is so sad. There are other people in the neighborhood who are now ignoring us.

When we announced at our church we are leaving, people who never spoke to us before suddenly are coming up and telling us how much they will miss us. Many people say they are secretly envious because they also hate the traffic here, which is one of the main reasons we are heading for the hills.

In the meantime, we are trying to round up enough strong people to help us load up our 26-foot rental truck on Feb. 24 and make the trek to Columbus, North Carolina to help us unload on the 25th. We learned our big, strong grandson, Nathan, who had volunteered to help, is scheduled to drill with his National Guard unit that weekend. I guess we can excuse him for that.

We are diligently trying to use up the food in our pantry, freezer and refrigerator. The problem is, the neighbor who is so sad about us leaving keeps bringing us food she has made or inviting us over for a meal. First it was homemade split pea soup, next was enchiladas. There also was some kind of sausage and sauerkraut. She keeps telling us she will make cookies since we raved about some sugar cookies she made a few weeks ago.

We have made several trips to the Goodwill and daughter Robyn’s house with donations. The grown grandchildren are always happy for whatever castoff household items that may come their way. I have a huge bag of plastic clothes hangers to give to someone. How we managed to accumulate so many I have no idea. It seems like I just bought some more about two months ago thinking we did not have enough.

It’s a time like this you suddenly realize you have way too many scented candles in little glass jars. I think they may have been gifts or we bought them from a child who was fundraising, planning to use them if the power went out.

On top of this, we also need to get our taxes prepared before we leave the state. Just today the final piece of paper arrived that is required to get the job done.