One of the most stressful situations is moving. It’s on up there with divorce, loss of a loved one, job loss etc… I told myself that it wouldn’t be THAT stressful for us. After all we don’t have that much stuff (our cottage was 800 square feet) and we are just moving two miles down the road. But it IS stressful. I think it can just be overwhelming – to look at every. single. piece of ANYTHING you have and think: do I want to keep this, do I toss this, should I give this away, should I sell it, where should its ‘place’ be in the new house? It’s been a huge team building marriage building experience for us too.
I’ve never moved all by myself – there’s always been sorority sisters lending a hand, parents around, family members helping etc.. but this time it was just David and me. It was such a partnership from deciding how to load the truck so everything would fit, to saying “1,2,3, lift” probably 2,000 times. There’s nobody I’d rather do it with. Unpacking these last few nights with the music on and reliving memories of the things we’ve accumulated together and even ‘fighting’ over the office – man cave vs. pretty office have been some of the best nights ever. So even though I’m SO sore, and feel like I could sleep for 3 days straight. I’m also just really excited and happy.
You know what I’m also over – trying to make my house look perfect. I’m over it. done. out. finished. I think so often I didn’t have people over at the cottage 1) because it was tiny but 2) because I was embarrassed with there was a pile of laundry or the den was messy, or the bed wasn’t made etc… etc.. etc… but this is life, and sometimes it gets messy, but that doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful. cheesy but true..
These are some pictures I took of our cottage last October and never put them up. I wanted to share them so I can always re-visit it when I want to. I just picked up our mail from there for the last time and it definitely felt bittersweet. It’s where I learned how bad my cooking really is and how far I have to go, it’s where Nilla ran away and I called 911 for the first time and they found her, it’s where David survived Intern year, it’s where we called home our first year so far from family.