Monday, September 28, 2009

The Nitty-Gritty

I love the first few days of a move... the early days when I take a carload of precious treasures and new sponges to the future home and I put everything away and the new house is the loveliest-tidiest-prettiest spot on Earth. I love how clever and neat I can be, how manageable everything is. It's such a brief time, such a tiny, tiny brief time. If time and money were no object, then I could move all of GarageMahal over to the Bird House six boxes at a time and unpack in an orderly, leisurely manner. **sigh**


But sooner or later the luxury of taking it easy is surpassed by the annoyance of not being done. That is when the big truck arrives. That is when, under the pressure of getting the truck back to the lot in 24 hours, we pile it in. We stack and shove and haul and load and make big progress. And in two days we accomplished a lot... we completed Phase One in two days, so that 99.98% of our outdoor stuff is moved from point A to Point Bird House.

w00ts!
Yahoo!
Awesome!
Cold beer.


Okay.
Settle down.
Party over.


Oh dear. Now the Bird House is looking a bit lived in. Know what I mean? I mean we are trying to move out and move in and we have to carry on with the usual chores and homework-school schedules, and apparently laundry doesn't take a holiday when we are up to our ears in bubble wrap. The new house honeymoon is waning. Don't misunderstand me... I am loving the new house and I am totally smitten with the view and the big kitchen and the ours-ness of it all. It's just that I am passed the point where I can keep the new place fantastically cute and tidy, while packing and clearing out the old place. And in the rush to move as much as possible, as soon as possible, we were not exactly setting everything in its ideal space. And at the end of the day I am a bit sore, completely whooped, a tiny bit overwhelmed and slightly confused. The cats are here. The cat food is there. The fifth grader is there and his homework is here. Get the picture?

I have seen it all before. It's just one of those moving things, and it will pass. Eventually. Right? Oh please say it will pass!

Just kidding. I am totally in control.

6 comments:

  1. I still remember when we moved here... standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by boxes, not knowing what was in what box. I felt overwhelmed. How to start living when nothing was in its place? Then I heard my favorite clock chiming from inside one of the boxes. It sounded like home! That was the first box I unpacked... then I was okay.

    By the way, it looks like Lady Betty approves!

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  2. Woohoo! Soon enough it'll be like an old friend. :D

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  3. Ohhhhh...the pain of moving! There is nothing in the least that I enjoy about it...well, except maybe the pizza and beer...but besides that, nothing! Sounds lie you are several steps above me!!

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  4. your house looks AWESOME! So glad you are moving in, and that garden...oh my! Can't wait to see what you do with the place

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  5. What a beautiful nest you guys have. All in all you seemed to have been blessed. Pretty yard area and nice view. I'm sure gratitude is upmost in your mind. But excitment has to be bubbling up and over every other emotion. The worst is behind you, the waiting the anxiety. Now is the setteling in. I for one can't wait to see how the "Bird House" is made in to the home of your dreams.

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  6. Hi you have some spontaneous beautiful photos here.Nicely done.

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