As I’m sure this will be an ongoing series, I’ll just go ahead and number it: Things I’ve learned in this move Part 1
I’ve been silent on here for about a week now and I think that has more to do with the fact that we just got Internet today and I used up the last of our data plan on Sunday…two weeks ahead of schedule (insert gnashing teeth emoji).
That, and we’ve been busy. Packing, loading, unpacking, settling. My mom came in town last week and what a godsend. She packed (she’s a pro), gave us a date night, and kept MG from getting too caught up in all of the change that was happening.
Well here we are, not quite a week out and all of the boxes are unpacked (although we are storing a good bit since we are anticipating another move in the near future). Nothing’s been hung up on the walls, but things are starting to settle.
The girls have transitioned well, God bless ’em. Poor MG doesn’t handle change very well…but we’ve spent some weekends here previously and that has helped her sleep better as well as respond.
Some other things I’ve learned about moving are:
It’s all very hot and cold. You have moments of great joy and peace followed by immense frustration and regret. No matter where you came from, you always miss it, even a little bit. But then you have these incredible moments that trump all of that and you realize you are doing the right thing…….And then you run out of hot water, (and the cycle continues). You have to keep holding on to those shiny, ethereal moments in the darker ones.
After living in an “older” home (originally built in the ’20’s), I think my next move will be to a brand new, sparkling, shiny house. I forgot how weird it is when you are on two separate heating systems and that your regulation size washer and dryer can’t fit next to each other. I think I sort of romanticized living in an older home and this has been a good wake up call. But it’s really not so bad :)….just funny and laughable…especially since it’s not “our” house.
The girls have a “true” play room here (not just a shared living space) and I love it. MG has spent many mornings up there entertaining herself and I don’t have the nagging urge to keep it picked up before we leave to go anywhere. It also has a gorgeous view of a an old, tall tree displaying it’s fall glory and it makes me not so sad that we had to leave this beauty behind:
Moving (and the after effects) costs far more money and takes far longer time than you ever think it will. Between the gas money, set-ups and installations, new lamps and other decor to make it feel homey, to eating out in the in between, I don’t think we will actually save any money this month….but hopefully next? I’ve also decided that hiring movers is totally worth the cost. The next time I see a Uhaul it will be too soon.
(living in a college town definitely has its perks...free help!)
Some days I find myself dreaming about our next “real” house. Perhaps a little too much when I look at the carpet or the size of our bedroom. However, on our first night here, I took the girls out to dinner solo (N was bringing up the SECOND Uhaul load) and there was a very quaint sign hanging on the wall. I read it after a very long and stressful day of our new adventure and after the fun and newness had most definitely worn off.
It said, “Don’t count the days, make the days count.”
That has become my new motto here, especially knowing that our days here are numbered. I do not want to wish them away.
(our new chalkboard wall that makes me smile since we had to leave our old one behind)
In the spirit of that, I created a “bucket list” for our family to check off of things to do in the area. I also have found myself void of all commitments (for the time being) and feel very much at peace with that. I’m sure that this small season won’t last long, but I’m feeling really at peace with it while it does. I’ve really enjoyed sitting down and PLAYING with the girls in the morning and not rushing them off every single day to an engagement.
More, much more, to come,