Every once in a while I smile and say to the dog "We are moving to our own house in Oakdale," and he wags his tail happily. Okay, I know he's probably just responding to my tone of voice and hoping it leads to food. But I like to tell him things.
The packing...is not going well. Must make strides this weekend, whatever the knees say. I suspect it will be a lot easier to keep motivated, now that I know what lies at the end of all the effort.
I don't think it's really registered yet.