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I'm Never Moving Again

I'm Never Moving Again

I'm Never Moving Again

Ok, that's a lie. But I mean it in the same way that I mean "I'm never drinking again" where you really mean it in that moment, but later the trauma wears off and you totally do it again.

We've been at the new house (yay!) for about a week now and it still kinda looks like we just piled all the boxes in from our car, which is kinda true. Actually, we're way more unpacked than I thought we'd be at this moment and I'm just so happy to have my desk set up, my bed kinda-sorta made, a cookable kitchen, and Gretchen's room looking pretty much perfect.

G totally wins the moving day lottery because she spent our actual moving day at her dad's wedding and the rest of moving weekend at gramma's. Then she came home to an unpacked and totally set-up room with all of her books and toys neatly put away. And then I cooked a frozen pizza for dinner that night because eff that ess.

I'm Never Moving Again

Back to the trauma.

The last time we moved (which was a year ago, and then a year before that, and then a year and a 1/2 before that so help me god) we did it ourselves and we didn't both renting a truck. The last time we were only moving up the road, so whatever, we'd just do it ourselves. 

Which was idiotic to say the least and we swore we'd never do it again. So this time, moving just to the other side of town, we decided to do it ourselves again. And we didn't start packing until moving day because we ended up getting the keys early and we just went for it.

This is probably why I'm still feeling achy from lugging all those boxes and couches and mattresses up and down a billion flights of stairs BUT we're done now and when the unpacking happens I'll be even more thrilled about our home sweet new home. 

I'm Never Moving Again

In all truthiness, I'm in love with our new house, no matter how messy and disorganized it is right now. I managed to get the dining room aka homeschool central in order and I have an office where I can actually get some work done. (Did I mention that Rich and I now have our OWN OFFICES? It's magical.) We love our new backyard, the pebble beach just down the road, our view of Lake Ontario, and the field of butterflies across the street. (Seriously. It's a field left wild for monarchs. There's even a sign. The butterflies win.)

I'm Never Moving Again

I keep saying we should invite people for Thanksgiving (which is this Monday in our neck of the woods) or that we should plan a housewarming shindig so that we'll have a real reason to unpack.

A little exterior motivation never hurt anyone.

Eventually it'll all be lovely and homey and cozy and unpacked. And I'll be grateful that we have a basement for storage and lots of closets and shelves and a place for literally everything we own. And the memories of trying to shove our king mattress down two flights of stairs and back up another flight will be long gone.

And we'll finally feel like we're at home.

So yeah, nevermovingagain.

At least not until we buy a house or decide to live on Mars.

And then I'm definitely hiring movers.

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