By all accounts I am very happy to be a home “owner”. I can see my family growing and enjoying our house for many years to come. Unfortunately it means leaving my comfort zone. This conflict of interest has lead to a lack of productivity. I am all about making my new house what I want it to be, but in the mean time I am having a difficult time convincing myself to pack. Some how it is still getting done, but it is painstakingly slow.
I had a similar problem when leaving Tennessee. So much so that when all of my extended family came around to pick up our stuff to take it to Virginia… none of it was packed. Well… some of it was. But most of it was not. I remember sitting on the floor as every one rushed around me packing up my apartment. To say I felt depressed was the least of it.
So, this time… we are planning better. We have been packing, actively, for weeks. Weeks! We’ve juggled different goals. Should we aim for one room a day? That hasn’t happened. One area? Usually it ends up being a Jeep-full. Since that is all we can move on our own. Every night B-man packs up the Jeep with our boxes and drops them off at the new house.
This coming Saturday we are renting a U-haul trailer and moving furniture. My piano from my parents’ house, as well as the other things that are too big for our Jeep.
It’s hard for me to feel motivated to pack, because for the first time in my life… I have a lot of friends. Good friends that I truly enjoy spending time with. People I can just go hang out with on a whim. We are not moving so far away that I will never see them, but it is far enough away that 20 minute visits are no longer practical.
Today I painted the dining room. I still need to put up the second coat of paint, and then I am going to repaint the trim. Once we get moved in and have our internet set up I intend to inundate you all with excessive pictures of my house. *woot!*
In the mean time I have to go snuggle my babes.