This weekend we moved out of the house we’ve been renting for the past six months. I’ve never been happier to leave somewhere before. After the break in, it was next to impossible to make that place feel like a home. We are meeting today to sign our lease on our new house which is much bigger, in a much nicer neighborhood, and even has a pool! This nice little upgrade is brought to you by TWO INCOMES! Yay for employment!
Unfortunately, we can’t move into the new house until this weekend and so we packed up and moved everything into a storage unit for this week. We get to move in on Sunday. I can’t wait!
What all this means for today is that I am officially homeless. Which isn’t necessarily a terrible thing considering where we just came from. It also means that we have moved even more junk into my parent’s house. We’ve been here for the past week and will continue to stay here this week until we move in next weekend. Last week we had the things we needed to live in my parent’s house. We brought out clothes and some of Bean’s toys and things like that. But now that we have moved out, we brought even more crap home to mom and dad’s.
Now, there are miscellaneous boxes just hanging out all over the house.
And some of Bean’s bigger toys had to make the trip home with us, too. So the living room looks more like a daycare center.
And my mom’s big, clean kitchen counters have become flooded with the odds and ends that it takes to make our family run. Bean’s sippy cups, Goldfish, bread, snacks… The counters runneth over.
We’ve also moved our computer and office stuff into the breakfast nook, which means we are eating most of our meals as a family either at the formal dining room table or in the living room on our laps.
But the messiest area is without a doubt our bedroom. Chris, Bean, me, and the two dogs are staying in one of my parent’s guest bedrooms. We’ve got it as neatly organized as it can be, but we’re making a big stinking mess in there. Although, some of the things that look like a mess are really serving a purpose. Like, see that towel on the bed there? That’s Bean’s changing table, not dirty laundry.
And see that pile of random bags? Those each serve a purpose. One is my school bag, one is my bathroom bag with my toiletries, one is Bean’s new diaper bag (his old big one was stolen), and that big suitcase is full of shoes.
Oh, and look. There’s one of our televisions. Right there in our bedroom, in the box. How nice. And that’s our mail that we are trying to keep in one place so we don’t lose anything important during this transition period. And those are clothes that need to be dry cleaned (which I have to hide from my dad because he does laundry like a machine and if I leave clothing laying around, it’s going to be washed). See? All of that is useful, purpose-driven stuff.
Even though everything has some kind of use, it still feels a little chaotic. I keep losing things like my cell phone charger and the other day I even forgot where I put Lt. Dan!
But even with all of that going on, nothing can damper the excitement that Chris and I are feeling right now. We are so excited to be moving into the new house that we can’t even stand it! This new house has the same square footage as our house in Connecticut, so we’ll actually be able to unpack all of our things that we have had boxed up since we moved to Florida in March. I miss my serving dishes! I miss my candlesticks! I miss my throw pillows! And on Sunday, I GET TO SEE THEM!!
Until then though, I’ll be here at my parent’s house, trying to find my hair straightener and Bean’s left shoe. I know I’ve seen them here somewhere…