Moving again

Moving. When I think of moving I think of all the boxes and boxes people spend endless hours of packing. I think of all the houses I remember growing up in, the trips across the country, meeting new people, and then finally feeling like I fit in, only to start all over again with those darn boxes. When you are packing your house/apartment up it is easy to get stuck reminiscing over things that other people would just throw away. Pieces of paper with scribbles on that you drew or maybe a niece or nephew, a pretty rock you found on the beach when you were on a family vacation as a child, or a torn book your mother use to read to you before you knew how to read.
Then there are the cobwebs and bugs you might find in the back of the closet that make you so glad you are moving. I didn't find any in this last move thankfully, but I have before and it is not a fun experience! I hate spiders. My childhood friend reminds me of a time when I was in her kitchen and there was a spider on the floor. She said I freaked out and started screaming my head off. Of course I do not remember this, so I tell her she is making it up.
Back to moving. I can get sidetracked a lot, but I guess this is what free writing is suppose to be? Let my fingers just write and maybe my brain will catch up. Or is it the other way around? Let my brain think and my fingers catch up. Either way, you get the point.
I never knew how expensive it is to move. The down payment, the cost of the moving truck, the month of no work and the two months of no paycheck, and probably a lot more expenses. When I was younger I didn't understand what was so expensive about moving, but now I do. I wonder what it will be like in our new place? Will there be cobwebs to find in the back of the closet? Will someone have left behind a "treasure" to them but garbage to us? Will I be able to make new friends? Will I be able to get a new job? Only time will tell.