Here is my big take away from the move, so far. There are days, really awful ones. You spend the day licking 300 envelopes or walking 10 miles at the high school track. Days spent cleaning the dust off the ceiling fans, and more days spent lining drawers with contact paper. Boring, terrible days.
And then you wait one more day. Those envelopes? Your wedding invitations. Those crazed laps around the track? You were in labor with your newborn. All that cleaning? You moved into your first house.
The past days have been hellacious. The packing, moving, cleaning, driving, & unloading had me wanting to quit at least 50 times a day. The boys have been so great through it all. Our support system has reached out to me in amazing ways. Lindsay has kept me laughing, so I won't start crying. And that man of mine? MADE OF STEEL.
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| We have found renters for our house. Our little fixer upper never looked so good. |
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| This 26 ft. truck was the last one left in the Treasure Valley & what do you know? It was waiting for us just a few blocks down the road. |
But we made it. The adventure is unfolding. We are home.
Wow, you are really there? I wish you the best and LOTS of sunny days! Looking forward to all your posts in this new place called home. Mary
ReplyDeleteglad you are there safe and sound! i cant wait to read your new blogs with all things new there!
ReplyDeleteSo true about "those days" that become fond memories a little while down the road. Praying the best for you guys.
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