As many of you know, we moved...again. The folks who bought the last house we were living in wanted to live in the basement and only rent out the top, so we got the boot. We had 30 days to find a place and move. We started looking and it seemed like everything that initially looked great fell through. Either the place looked great in pictures, but when we visited it the area didn't feel as good, or the pictures did a great job at making the place seem bigger than it was, or the landlord was going on vacation and said we could come by in 2 weeks, or the landlord took over 2 weeks to respond to us...gah. But, we finally did find a place and it's working out so far.
Overall, moving was the pits. It was bad because I didn't want to move- we weren't moving because we'd found a better place, or because it was closer to work, or because it was cheaper. We were moving because we had to and I was pretty bitter about that. Also, we'd just moved 4 months before...gah. We still had boxes we hadn't unpacked from our first move- which I guess was fine because then it was less things to pack, but still, we hadn't even totally settled in from the first move. Also, moving is just not pleasant. You pack things and don't know where they are. Your kid gets sad because it seems like everyone is taking his stuff away. Once you move in, it seems like you are constantly searching for things- or you and your spouse keep putting kitchen things in different places and you think you are losing your mind. And soooo many boxes- we didn't get rid of any of them this time...we know we'll be moving again sometime, so we are hoarding cardboard boxes. Also, in the past 4 years, I've moved 6 times and 5 of those moves were me, Jonathan and Peter- turns out moving when single is a piece of delicious cake compared to moving with a kid...and I'm sure it will only get crazier with more kids.
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| As the living room starts getting filled with boxes and bins. |
But, here are some good things I wanted to remember about the move and things I've learned:
1st: the amount of help we got from other people was an amazing blessing. Jonathan told the Elder's Quorum President (guy in our church congregation who is in charge of making sure the guys are all doing good), that we would love any help on Tuesday or Friday moving boxes into vehicles and then from the vehicles into the new house. Both days we had 4-6 guys show up, some of whom we'd never met. One guy had just moved into the ward the weekend prior and then here he was helping us move. It was so much faster having a couple extra hands to move boxes, and we got done way faster than I thought we would. One guy had a truck that he brought and that was a huge help in getting a couple of big furniture items to the house.
We also had Daniel and Jen Evans come and help on Friday. We had helped them move the week before, and they helped us in such a huge way. They showed up with pizza and cherries, and paper plates and napkins so we wouldn't have to worry about dishes. They helped move everything. Then, Jen stayed at the old house with me and helped me clean for almost an hour longer. She did an amazing job getting the kitchen in great shape so the next day we didn't have as much to clean.
Jonathan's parents drove up from California and helped in so many ways. They stayed at the new house and painted the kitchen walls and cabinets- which made a world of difference for my desire to use that kitchen. They also helped unpack and organize the new house once everything was here. They also did a great job at entertaining Peter throughout the whole move, which is always fantastic.
2nd- if you ever need boxes for moving, go to Barnes and Noble- behind their store they have a dumpster of empty boxes that they used for their books, so they are a great size and are sturdy. We got a bunch of boxes from there, but I wish we had thought ahead and started collecting them earlier in the move instead of going back to back days.
3rd: I've learned from this move that being angry/upset/worrying doesn't help anything. I know that sounds obvious, but I forget it a lot. I was stressed for about a month about the move, were we going to find a home, how would we get everything moved, what if we didn't like the house, if this was a good place for us to live, and so on. But guess what, worrying didn't change anything. It didn't help us find a place faster, and it didn't help the move go any smoother. Also, I was mad the whole time about how everything was going down. I was mad that the place got sold to people who were making me move. I was mad that we'd moved there in the first place and were now stuck in this situation. But again, being mad didn't help with anything- if anything it made everything harder. I'll probably stress over stuff in the future, and I'll probably get angry about things, but I hope I can remember this past week and just let it go and keep moving forward. Life is too busy to be stressed.
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| Going through papers and more papers |
4th: I've learned that one good thing about moving is it helps declutter your life and get rid of things you don't need. This was even more apparent with the two moves so close together. I'd see things and think, I don't want to pack that again just to move it again later- so on it went. Some of those things were clothes, toys Peter doesn't really play with, notes I took in school and never looked at again, and kitchen things I never used. It's been nice to get rid of some things. Some of them we sold, some were recycled and some given to second hand stores. But however they left us, we haven't missed them, and ideally our next move will be a little lighter. Also, I refuse to buy any lotion or bath products until we use up what we have. Turns out once you pack up your bathroom and put the 5th lotion bottle in the box you realize you have too many. Haha- at least we'll all have great smooth skin for the next couple months!
5th: Cute Peter story. Once we were at the new house, we spent many day unpacking boxes and finding places for things. He saw me put a pair of shoes on the new shoe rack and then I went to do something else and he stayed in the room and was really quiet for too long. Quiet toddler almost always mean trouble. But I was trying to get something done, so I went fast and got my thing done before going to check on him. When I found him, he was in the closet putting all of the shoes on the shoe rack in his own way. It was adorable. He was so proud of himself, and I was thrilled I didn't have a mess to clean up. Win win.
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Peter helping put shoes in their new home.
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