Week 36: Homecoming
Moving is a lot like childbirth. You forget how much it sucks until it’s waaay too late, and there’s nothing to do but go through with it.
All that talk about how far along I was with packing was just that, talk. Sure a whole lot of boxes stacked in the dining room looks impressive, but when it comes down to it, if you have way more stuff than will fit in the dining room, and you pull up with a moving truck that you wrongly, but optimistically hope will fit all your stuff, and in the end your family, who is very kind to come help your moving-impaired self, ends up throwing coats, still on the hangers into plastic garbage bags and into the trailer which you had to rent in addition to the moving truck, which is double parked because we can’t back it into a parking spot, all that progress you thought you had made the week before really boils down to not a whole lot. Heh, so yeah to reiterate my first statement, moving sucks.
Thankfully, we are now in our new house, surrounded by lovely trees and wonderful friends and family, and maybe, in the future, moving will seem like it was worth it. Maybe.
I’m kidding of course, we’re ecstatic to be here. And like I said, just like childbirth, it’s horrible while you’re suffering through it, but the end result is absolutely worth it. Next time we move though, hopefully we’ll be able to afford movers, because after this last move, I can say, it’s well worth the price.
The kids seem to be adjusting well. Will is happy as long as he has his little spot in bed between us, so at least we’ve spared him from being afraid waking up in a strange room. Honestly, we were all so stressed just before the move that this feels like a vacation.
It’s wonderful to live so close to family and friends, have I mentioned that? Probably, but it is. Emily has been able to run around with Evan, who is about eight months older than Will, and I’m sure soon enough Will will be tagging along with the big kids.
In all, the move could have been better, but it could have been worse. We’re all here together, and as I drive around, it feels like after being away for four and a half years, I’ve come home.
All that talk about how far along I was with packing was just that, talk. Sure a whole lot of boxes stacked in the dining room looks impressive, but when it comes down to it, if you have way more stuff than will fit in the dining room, and you pull up with a moving truck that you wrongly, but optimistically hope will fit all your stuff, and in the end your family, who is very kind to come help your moving-impaired self, ends up throwing coats, still on the hangers into plastic garbage bags and into the trailer which you had to rent in addition to the moving truck, which is double parked because we can’t back it into a parking spot, all that progress you thought you had made the week before really boils down to not a whole lot. Heh, so yeah to reiterate my first statement, moving sucks.
Thankfully, we are now in our new house, surrounded by lovely trees and wonderful friends and family, and maybe, in the future, moving will seem like it was worth it. Maybe.
I’m kidding of course, we’re ecstatic to be here. And like I said, just like childbirth, it’s horrible while you’re suffering through it, but the end result is absolutely worth it. Next time we move though, hopefully we’ll be able to afford movers, because after this last move, I can say, it’s well worth the price.
The kids seem to be adjusting well. Will is happy as long as he has his little spot in bed between us, so at least we’ve spared him from being afraid waking up in a strange room. Honestly, we were all so stressed just before the move that this feels like a vacation.
It’s wonderful to live so close to family and friends, have I mentioned that? Probably, but it is. Emily has been able to run around with Evan, who is about eight months older than Will, and I’m sure soon enough Will will be tagging along with the big kids.
In all, the move could have been better, but it could have been worse. We’re all here together, and as I drive around, it feels like after being away for four and a half years, I’ve come home.
posted by Kate @ 11:08 PM
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