A few weeks ago as I was getting ready for bed, Tom rushed into the bedroom holding his laptop open to what looked very much like our dream house. Look at this room! And that one! A fireplace! A sun room!
The next day we went to see it. I only had about fifteen minutes to look around, but that’s all it took. As I drove away, I called Tom and said, “Let’s do it. Let’s buy it.”
So we did. We bought a house.
I spend more time mulling over a shoe purchase.
Writing about it here, the news feels a bit out of nowhere, but we’ve been casually looking for a while. And, honestly, the move is about five years in the making. We bought our current house knowing we wouldn’t be here too long. We love our current house, this neighborhood, this location — but it’s tight on space. Especially with three children who all have very real hoarding tendencies. We keep expecting the fire marshall to bust in because we’ve exceeded maximum occupancy, exits are blocked.
This new house is different. We’re hoping this is our last move for a while. As in, we’re already scoping out where to pose the kids for their prom photos, and we’ve had actual conversations about how it’ll be a great house for when our adult children visit with their children.
It’s kind of crazy. I keep thinking huge philosophical and dramatic things like, WOW! This is where I’m going to raise my kids! This is what my life is going to look like! It’s exciting and overwhelming and, to be perfectly honest, all a little hard for me to wrap my mind around.
Especially because right now it’s hard to see past all the work ahead. Packing, moving, cleaning, settling. Anytime I’m tempted to daydream, I stub my toe on a box and return to reality.
Every time I move, about a month before I halt all purchases. I don’t want to bring anything new into my house that has to be moved. I also make a concerted effort to use up things — that pound of cannellini beans, a half a bottle of lotion, that sort of thing. I packed our full-sized toothpaste and told Tom that he was going to have to learn to squeeze from the bottom of all the travel-sized toothpastes in our medicine cabinet.
I’ve never heard of travel-size toothpastes derailing a move, but it certainly can’t hurt.
Then comes the real work — sorting, organizing, donating, trashing, and eventually packing.
I need all your best packing and moving tips. Especially ones for how to survive a move with little ones (because right now anything could happen).
Can’t wait to show you the new place.