{"id":484,"date":"2010-01-06T06:33:59","date_gmt":"2010-01-06T11:33:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/uncategorized\/the-process-of-moving\/"},"modified":"2010-01-18T09:21:36","modified_gmt":"2010-01-18T14:21:36","slug":"the-process-of-moving","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/moving\/the-process-of-moving\/","title":{"rendered":"The process of moving."},"content":{"rendered":"

If there was one thing in this world my wife loved doing, it was moving into a new home. I did not find the source of fun from such a tedious process. But, this was something which my wife relished doing. Sometimes, I had even wondered if she had married me, for the love she had for me, or due to the fact that I was regularly on the move, as my job required so. Hence, here we go. One more of those bad days, when I had to move out of my house, into a new one. This was the 8th time, I was moving. But in a way, I did enjoy the fact of my wife’s craze for this process. It saved me bills on paying for moving services<\/a>. I also loved watching her at work. She used to get the boxes herself, label them, stack up the things and divide them amongst the boxes like a card dealer in a casino at Vegas! Sometime I also wondered if my wife needed to sign up as a ‘home movers<\/a> expert consultant’ so as give people quality advice on moving.<\/p>\n

So, back to business. It was move number 8, and my wife was at her usual best. ‘Can you get me the boxes from the lawn?’ she asked me. I shrugged assuring her in the affirmative and moved towards the lawn. However, on reaching the place, I found the neighborhood kids fiddling with a baseball and a glove. I walked up to them, ‘Hey boys. No one to play around with eh?’ the boys looks suggested their boredom. I grabbed the glove, picked up the ball and chucked a few throws at the boys, attempting to play catch with them. ‘Stuart! Are the boxes there?’ a howl from my living room.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If there was one thing in this world my wife loved doing, it was moving into a new home. I did not find the source of fun from such a tedious process. But, this was something which my wife relished doing. Sometimes, I had even wondered if she had married me, for the love she […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/484"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=484"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/484\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":503,"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/484\/revisions\/503"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=484"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=484"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.movingplace.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=484"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}