Aside from the patter of rain on the roof and the hum of the washing machine downstairs, the house is eerily quiet as I type. We were up early this morning, chatted with our son overseas (did you know you can “call” someone on Facebook??), my husband left early for work, and now I’m alone with a hot cup of coffee.
It hit me that exactly one week from today, we’ll wake up for the first time in our new house. Although it feels like we’ve been anticipating this for a long time, now that it’s almost here, it’s surreal. I have a new appreciation for people whose jobs require them to move often.
My, is it ever hard on the heart! ~
- The packing and unpacking;
- the sorting, purging, & strolling down memory lane;
- the falling in love with a home and neighborhood & settling in…
And then unsettling and starting the whole process over again!
Ready or not, we’re at the unsettling stage.
Our landlord came by for a visit yesterday. I found it to be the best motivation of all. Nothing gets you whipped into high gear quite like wanting your damage deposit back!;)
I packed boxes, vacuumed floors, scrubbed walls, and wiped down shelves.
Once I got started, things seemed to move along quite quickly.
Meanwhile, my husband got on the phone and arranged other essential things ~ like the moving truck, the transfer of phone and utilities, and a million and one other pieces of paperwork.
I find I’m much more relaxed this time around. Although I’m trying to be as organized as I can be, I understand that moving is a chaotic event, and I need to roll with whatever comes…
So, as the boxes are filled, stacked, and labelled, we’re leaving one precious spot in the house untouched until the day before we move ~
The living room.
It’s all clean, fluffed, rearranged, and ready for its big debut in a new house.
Somehow, having one place stay the same makes “unsettling” a little easier on the heart.:)
