A Very Moving Experience

Today marks one week in my new house.

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I spent the early part of last week finalizing some packing (Monday), moving (Tuesday), and trying to find everything I packed because I didn’t label any boxes because I would totally remember what was where (Wednesday).

Tuesday morning, my new house looked like this:

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So empty and full of possibilities!

Tuesday afternoon, my house looked like this:

I live in a cardboard box labyrinth!

I live in a cardboard box labyrinth!

How is it possible that between Alvie and I we had this much stuff? And that this much stuff wasn’t enough so I had to purchase MORE stuff so that we would have a place to sleep (Bean), plates and bowls, and a place to sit (everyone).

He does love his new IKEA bed. And he owes me four hours of my life I'll never get back that I spent putting it together incorrectly.

He does love his new IKEA bed. And he owes me four hours of my life I’ll never get back that I spent putting it together incorrectly.

Now, one week in, there are still a lot of boxes in the house – although I am about 50% of my way through the unpacking (which means my front porch is now mostly boxes – I bet my new neighbors love me). It is starting to look more home-like.

The boxes have been artfully arranged to make it look like I'm making progress.

The boxes have been artfully arranged to make it look like I’m making progress.

My new place is pretty great. Alvie’s only spent a couple nights here so far (and only half of one night in that sweet bed that was put together through blood, sweat, tears, and a phone-a-friend), but he is pretty pleased so far. That’s probably more to do with the fact that he has new Legos here than anything else. He’s also pretty impressed that we have a bathroom. WITH A POTTY! He was pretty worried about that point.

To be honest, I’m pretty impressed with my bathroom, too.

OOPS! How'd that get in there?

OOPS! How’d that get in there?

I’m walking distance to the light rail, so on days I don’t drop off or pick up my adorable kidlet, I don’t even have to drive. Also, I spend my time waiting for MAX with this guy:

Paul Bunyan makes this South Dakota gal feel right at home, doncha know.

Paul Bunyan makes this South Dakota gal feel right at home, doncha know.

Overall, it’s a pretty big change – not so much in location (I moved about three miles), but a big life change. This is part of the #yearofme2016. Making me a priority and putting on my own oxygen mask before assisting others. I’m lucky that I’ve had so many friends to support me through the last few months and that one week in, I’ve already had visitors to come laugh and drink and have floor picnics with me.

It’s scary making changes, and I can’t say that I’m unequivocally pleased with the change in circumstance, but I am confident that this is the right thing for me and for Bean.

Toasting the new house with an extravagant bottle of bubbly. #40before40

Toasting the new house with an extravagant bottle of bubbly. #40before40

So here’s to change. Moving up and moving on. Here’s to me.

cheers

 

2 responses to “A Very Moving Experience

  1. The new house looks lovely. Congratulations on such a big change!

  2. Hooray to self care and priorities and moving and unpacking. And bubbly! Happy it’s going well! And next time I’m in Portland, Paul Bunyan is on the list.