Well, the move is over. The movers were an hour and a half late, brought a truck that was too small, and took 12 hours to get all of our stuff to the new place (naturally, I was paying them hourly), but it’s done. Here’s a tip for anyone going through the moving process: if you try to get around a big name moving company’s enormous quote and decide to call a fly-by-night moving company off craigslist, whatever you do, make sure they are not going to subcontract out if they take on too many jobs for the same day. That was clearly where I made my mistake.
Leaving our old place was a bit harder than I expected it to be, and as I walked through for the final time I couldn’t help but think of how much we changed in that house – we entered newly married, and left a family of four…well, technically, six if you include the cat and dog, which we totally do. There were just so many good times there. And it was always there for us as our place of comfort and refuge during the bad times. I’m guessing I was visibly shaken when I handed over the keys because the new owner kept asking if I was okay. He insisted I sit down and have some water. Instead, I made polite small talk, provided him with our new address, and got the heck out of there. It was then that I realized I forgot Hazeline’s soymilk in the fridge. Oh well.
The good news is that the girls are adjusting better than expected and I fall in love with the new place a little more each day. The first night the girls were too tired to care where they slept, but the second night was rough. Really rough. And it doesn’t help that we have totally and completely lost the baby monitors. As a result, we’ve had to leave their doors open to listen for them, so when one cries they wake up the other. Not fun. Last night was much, much better and hopefully we are on our way back to normal sleeping patterns.
After a crazy couple of weeks, we took the day off yesterday to have lunch as a family, run some errands, and take a swim in the pool. Of course, that wasn’t very productive for the unpacking process. I just laughed when someone at work asked if we still had boxes in the house. Um, that would be a yes…
I have always loved to move. I hate to pack, but love starting over in a new place. Now that I have a child I know that it would be much harder to leave where we are. It is the only house he has ever known and where we brought him home from the hospital too.
I hope that you continue to love the new place and that that girls do also.
Congrats on the new house! Moving is always a pain. I can relate to the emotions of leaving one home for another. It can be very hard. So many memories to be cherished… If only walls could talk .
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