A few weeks ago, I gave you guys a sneak peek of some of the pictures I had of our house... and that garden with a "Cabana"! I've spent many a nights leading up to our move cherishing these photos and trying to imagine how our stuff will look in them. What pictures I'll hang on the wall (actually using levels for once to get everything just right). How I will organize all of the kitchen cabinets (and teaching Kevin where everything goes this time so he has no excuses to not put away the washed dishes). What colors I want to paint the walls (I actually have a few paint swatches hanging out in my purse that I pull out and admire in different lighting from day to day). I know... I'm a big nerd.
I'll tell you right now. I am not a good mover. I grew up in the same house my whole life until I moved for college and then when Kevin and I were first married. In total, I've moved about seven times in my whole life. Kevin, on the other hand has moved nearly 20 times. He moved many times as a kid in California because his dad was a real estate agent and was able to find them really cheap rent until certain houses sold. His mom and him made it a game, so Kevin thoroughly enjoys moving.
I do not. I hate the feeling of all my things in boxes not ready for me to grab when I need them. I don't like the uncertainty of when those boxes will be unpacked someday. I hate the anxiety of feeling temporarily homeless because a place doesn't feel like home until I unpack.
This move, however, felt a bit different. I did get anxious from all of the chaos, but not nearly to the extent I have in the past. I think the peace of mind of knowing that this is the last move for a long while made me more calm.
On Saturday, we finished packing up the apartment and cleaning a few things. Then on Sunday, Kevin had several of his coworkers come (with trucks, yay!) to load up. We ended up making it in two trips with four trucks and two cars. We worked loading and unloading from 11 to 4, but we got it done! We spent the rest of the evening unpacking (the kitchen for me, the tv room for Kevin), and were able to set up our bed in the spare room to sleep in (we are getting a new master bed set soon).
It was exhausting and exciting all rolled into one. I ended up hitting my step count goal around 1 (10,000) and the majority of that was stairs since our apartment was on the 3rd floor. After a long weekend, we are in and so excited to be home owners. Hopefully (!) very soon I'll be able to start bringing you some new recipes from my own kitchen!
Health and Happiness,