Movin' Out

What a difference a week can make.

This time a week ago, I was in the process of packing up our home of eight years. I'd been packing for I don't even remember how long, decluttering as I went (which made for a far more tedious process). That night, all the kids went to spend the night with Papaw, so Mark & I went on a much-needed date. It was wonderful to just get out, to step away from the boxes and clutter, and just talk and laugh.

The next morning, my amazing friend Heather gave me the most precious gift (and a huge sacrifice for her and her family): an entire day of herself. She came on Saturday morning, and worked her tail off. By the end of the day, we'd moved everything but the heaviest furniture pieces into what I'm calling "our interim housing" (In reality, it's a two(ish) bedroom single-wide trailer that my Mom & Dad rent out). After a quick trip to Sam's for a futon, we spent our first night at our new temporary address. It was a little weird, since I had no idea that the night before would be our last night at our old house. Oh, well, life goes on.

This past week has been a whole lot of back and forth to finish up. Except for Monday. On Monday I had to buy groceries. We were on the verge of poverty from eating out so much over the last week because everything was packed up and there was no space to cook! Then, I was able to hire a friend's daughter on Tuesday to help me pack up the last of the house, which was an enormous help. We also finalized the blue prints for the new house, and got most of our house onto the moving truck. All that's left is a whole lot of junk that I can't seem to figure out what to do with, which means it will most likely be trashed.

I'm going over today to throw away some things, move what remains into one spot, and then clean, clean, clean. A long day, but worth it. Mark will take it from there, moving what's left to a safe place (things we don't want to store on a hot moving truck all summer). My fervent hope is to be DONE by Monday.

We actually have until April 1 to be out, but I'm just ready to move on. There's not much I hate worse than things that drag out forever.

I'll finish by saying this: Greenhouse season is the dumbest time ever to move, as Mark is up to his eyeballs in plants on top of everything else. Not complaining, it's just the way it is. So for those who offered to help, I'm even more thankful. I'm so thankful for Michelle, who offered to help me that first day when I didn't know where to begin, and for later allowing me to hire her helpful girl. And to Heather, who helped me at the end, when I couldn't figure out what to do next and was emotionally wasted. I'm forever grateful. I'm also thankful for my sweet little family, who didn't complain when Mama was unavailable for days on end, or when there was no supper!

I have some things (ok, lots of things) to say about our current living situation, but that's a whole 'nother post, which I'll get to later. I just wanted to offer a quick update before I fell behind.

Have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend!

Blessings,
Em