Finally. We are moved. The final walk-through at the rental place happens tonight but that's just a formality. We had the carpets professionally cleaned and hired a cleaning person to come in and give it one last good cleaning so we should get all of our deposit money back (fingers crossed). Oh and the story I need to tell about that cleaning person, but that bitchy rant is for another day.
The move itself was fine. The weather was kind of a pain in the ass, since it rained a little in the morning and then poured down rain most of the next day, but everything made it to the new house dry and in good shape. On Saturday, the day it poured down rain, I took a shower and when I got out, the floor was flooded. Seems there was a clog in the plumbing that required my husband (who can fix everything) to rent some equipment from Home Depot and clean that crap out. All in the rain. And it resulted in me having a little bit of a meltdown because I was tired, my kid was kinda sick (snotty and generally unhappy) and everything was in boxes and oh my god we have so much stuff and I just was so overwhelmed by everything. I am so glad I have a husband who gets me, who let me cry and be a baby about it without giving me shit or making me feel bad. He's a good man, I'm glad I married him.
On Friday, after the movers left and my husband and I took more loads from the old to the new house, we picked up the kid from daycare and brought him to his new home. Several times I almost cried watching him run around and point at things and squeal with joy. It's a memory I'm tucking in my pocket to carry around with me, because it was sweet and I just want to remember him like that. All excited that his toys were in his room and running around because we finally have space to move. And the backyard! Oh I predict there will be much time spent there, looking at sticks and rocks and opening the gate to walk next to the little creek that our house backs up to. I can't wait to make lots of memories here. I can't wait to do all the things you can't do as a renter. Want to paint a wall? DO IT. Want to nail fifty jillion pictures in the walls? GO! It's so liberating. Granted, I still have the basics to do, like unpack forty thousand boxes full of our stuff, but I don't even care. I don't care that our guest room is going to take months or even a year to get organized and finished. I don't care that there are boxes of clothes in our bedroom that need to be sorted through and purged out. Things that would normally make me nuts, like the fact that my pantry is still in boxes and when I cook I have to dig around to find shit, I don't even care. I haven't unpacked the pantry because I haven't decided how I want to organize it. In the past, I was always so concerned about just getting crap out of boxes, I never really put much thought into how it works best, I would just shove shit in there and think to myself that one day I'd organize it, but then I never would and the lease would be up soon and I'd have to move so I'd toast myself with a big glass of fuck it, and carry on. Not this time though. This time, things are staying right where they are until I can figure out where I really want them. The difference, in part, is the fact that we have space. We have a formal dining room with no furniture, so boxes can stay stashed in there until I can figure out how to best put them away or if I even want to put them away. It's made this move in so nice. To not worry about where things are going RIGHT THIS SECOND because I have time. We are going to be here for a long time (God willing) and it's been nice to just exhale and wait. And while I'm waiting to figure things out, I am enjoying the hell out of this home of ours.
All of my dreams are coming true. And it is frightening and exciting.
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