We moved. I only have a couple of items to handle with the old place and we’ll be done. The house is sparkling clean (cleaner than we got it) and the final walk-thru is later this week. I’ll grab some stuff I’m donating and some other bits & pieces out of the garage, but that place is EMPTY! Kudos to the Hunter for all his hard work and organizing the cleaning crew. I’m so happy to close that chapter.
The new place is great, but it’s been a hard slog to unpack and organize. I’m still tossing/donating stuff as I unpack. I pull stuff out and think, “What the heck was I thinking — chuck this!” It’s been great. What is really nice is unpacking some boxes of china and dinnerware that I haven’t seen in 2 years. I can’t wait to throw a dinner party in our tiny place. We’ll just have to party from the driveway through to the backyard.
I love a two-story place. Call me nutty, but I like the exercise of running up and down the stairs. The Hunter hates it for the record. He is always trying to figure out how to traverse the stairs as little as possible. On moving day, I thought I would collapse after 20+ trips, but day-to-day I like it. I feel like my office is in a treehouse. My desk overlooks the front entrance to the community, so I see the kids headed to and from the bus stop, people walking their dogs and everything in between. We have a tiny front porch that fits 2 chairs and an end table, so last night we sat out front with the Kracken and enjoyed watching folks stroll by. It’s the perfect spot for a glass of wine and end-of-day chat. The backyard is also small, but cozy. The whole place is developing a warm, cozy feel even though I still have tons of boxes to unpack.
When I unpack, I start with the essentials: the kitchen first and foremost. Even if it’s not perfectly organized, I have to get it operational as quickly as possible. Then I figure out the basics of the bathrooms so we can at least take a shower. The first night the Hunter and I each enjoyed a delightful soak in the oversized tub in the master bath. I’m not a bath person, but it was awesome.
I don’t have the office up and running, but that is not a top priority at this point. My laptop is hooked up and that’s all that really matters at this point. I want the downstairs livable and it is very close. I have a daybed frame arriving on Wednesday, so hopefully we’ll have a living room worth living in. Right now the three of us fight over two chairs and one of them is a smelly patio chair desperately in need of new cushions.
However, it’s not all sunshine and roses over here. First of all, it is so incredibly rainy and soggy that I wonder if we will ever dry out. The Hunter and I have been stressed and at times a bit annoyed with one another. We both take a deep breath and have been able to resolve things, but we have our moments.
One key moment was over trashcans. With all the craziness in the world, we have a strong conversation about the placement of the main trash pick-up bin. The Hunter wants it out of our tiny garage and his idea was to put it on that cute front porch. It would be seen from inside the house, but he was going to put some plants to hide it from outside view. He had it all figured out until I entered the picture.
My head almost exploded. A fucking smelly garbage can right at the front door? One that can be seen from the dining room table? This is the first impression of our new, cozy home? I put my foot down, hard. He sighed, hard. I explained that I wanted a nice place and that trashcan was ruining the vision in many ways. I outlined my concerns and he took a minute to listen to them instead of brushing me off like he has been doing recently. Crisis averted and the bin went back into the garage where it belongs.
Another interesting situation for the control freak in me has been letting go which allows the Hunter space and a place to have his things on display. His hunting trophy/mounts, books, vintage shotgun shells and the like. He commandeered a cool shelf unit that I use to display a few of my odds & ends. I took a deep breath, a step back and let him go at it. It’s his house too. Let’s face it, the majority of the house is for me, by me and filled with my stuff. He’s not asking for much and he deserves that.
Anyway, we are chugging along and the move was basically uneventful which is all anyone can ask for. Now I’m going to soak in some Epsom salts in my delightful tub before unpacking some more boxes.