Three moves in three years!

That is a lot! Well moving and packing at the same time might not be too bad. Did you ever find the autograph book? Maybe you'll come across it when your packing to move!
OT: My DD(6) just asked me "Mom when you were a little girl a long, long, long, long, long time ago did you go to the beach?"

How old does she think I am?
Well as I was saying your DS has his birthday and DL and his Bday at DL to look forward to so hopefully the move will be okay for him. At least he is familiar with your "old land lady"

Did he like her? And a bigger place how can you go wrong. He sounds like a pretty resilient kid to me!
He can be resilient, though he is also very verbal when unhappy...I expect he will "hate" the new place for about 7 months then love it. Oh man do I hope we love it too.
Friends and family get on our case for not owning, but owning feels so permanent to me...what happens if you buy your dream place and it turns out to be junk? It would be horrible! (more on that later)
It's too many moves, even for me.
We were living in an apartment complex where our once and future landlady was and is the manager (MIL lives in the complex now). It was a good apartment with good management, but the people around us were unsavory. We realized we had to leave there (after 3 years) when the people below us pushed us too far. Some were having all night parties (with small children), letting those small children out at all times of the day and night without supervision, and other neighbors had untrained, aggressive, not-allowed-by-the-complex dogs that couldn't be kicked out b/c they were service dogs. Alas, the owner NEVER took the dogs WITH her, so I'm not sure how well they could serve her... I could have come close to dealing with the dogs (I like big dogs but there's one breed that unnerves me and those dogs were it) except for their aggression and overprotective behaviour towards their owners, which meant they thought that any of the neighbors were the enemy. The female trapped DH in his car two times, while the owner's boyfriend watched and called for her ineffectively from his second floor apartment, until she finally gave up interest. We knew that it would take a LONG time to prove legally that they weren't service dogs and therefore they could not be there (and in fact 3 years later they are still there), so we just left.
That's when the landlady/manager told us she bought a townhouse and would rent it to us. It should have been wonderful. But when they got to closing, Condo association paperwork was handed over; it was marketed as a townhouse (where you own the land) but was actually zoned as condos, so the 4 owners had to do condo association stuff...one of the reasons for moving there was for a fenced backyard, but the owner whose land it would border REFUSED to go along with it, so we never got our fenced yard. It was spider-ville, and I HATE spiders. We couldn't get anyone to spray b/c of the "condo" thing; no one else felt they were a problem. Then after $700 of power bills to "heat" the place for the winter, when we were NEVER even close to warm, we realized we had to leave.
There were other, bigger, problems, and as we moved out we felt SO bad for the owners who lived in their units, b/c their places (a year old) were starting to fall down, the builder ignored problems, and they were getting ready to sue the builder. SO glad to be renters in situations like that...
And so we moved here! But we've never unpacked fully, b/c the space is all wrong. Some small spaces are liveable, b/c of the way they are set up. This place is all small, short walls so you can't get more than one shelf unit on one side, and we need lots of shelves! There are aspects we really like (there's a movie room!) but there are too many jerky tenants living here on their parents' dime (it's near a couple colleges) and don't seem to care about the other people living here. The elevators are new (the building is younger than DS!) but touchy, and I'm more worried about them breaking down while we're inside. etc etc etc.
The kitchen is also so much smaller than I thought it was, and I really like to cook but am extremely limited in this place!
The new place has a huge kitchen with tons of *useful* storage, the rooms are bigger with long walls and useful storage (the master bedroom has a California Closet closet!). Most of the other tenants (it's a condo building) are retired, so if anyone's loud at night it's b/c they can't hear (and I'm working my way into lowered hearing myself, so I can certainly relate and also might not really be able to hear it! MUST get my hearing checked and I bet I'll have a hearing aid soon...darn those concerts during my 20s), not b/c they are having a raucous party. They re-did the inside of the place a year ago, and it's gorgeous inside, with a bay (er, port of tacoma and weyerhauser pulp mill) view blah blah blah.
Plenty of space for my photography and scrapbooking stuff, in order to make our DISNEY memories more than digital.
WHEW, I knew I could bring that back to DISNEY.
I know!!!!
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Today I began to wonder if we should move our Ariel breakfast to the last or second to last seating. Why? Why when we love the idea of getting into DCA early?
Well, it's at 9:40 so that's not THAT early.
But also b/c it's on Monday, which is a no-MM day. Next day is Tuesday, which is MM. Making Wednesday, our 4th day there, our first day where we could easily and quickly go through Fantasyland. That just doesn't feel acceptable!
We're thinking about it more, and once we make more of a decision we'll call to see if there's another time. If there is, then we can get up early, go play in Fantasyland between 9 and 10, then make our way over towards DCA for a later breakfast.
I really did love the idea of getting into DCA early, though!