Hi blogging friends. Sorry I’ve been seemingly ignoring you. I know you’re all sitting at your computers, angry with me for not posting again yesterday …Okay so you didn’t notice. I still want to take a few minutes to tell you all about what’s been going on in my little corner of life in the last few weeks.
My family recently sold the house I grew up in and I’m a bit bummed about it. I knew that this would have to happen eventually and I know tons of other families that have made the move, but I don’t think I ever really understood how sad the whole process would be. I never really thought that I would be blogging about it, but when it started to take over so much time in my life I figured I probably should. I figure anything that takes this much time and energy is worth mentioning, right?
|Isn’t it funny how outdated homes can get?
Seriously, I’m 90% sure this wallpaper is from when my parents moved in 30 years ago.
So here’s a quick picture of part of the first floor of our now packed up home. It’s sad, isn’t it? Although I no longer live at home (or even in the same state as home) I’m only a few hours away and I try to take the time to come in for visits. This house has meant a lot for my family and it has always been my first stop when I have a few days off of work.
Luckily, the travel that I have to do for work has dropped me about an hour away from my home base This means that I have had the awful wonderful pleasure of being available to help with the move. Has anyone ever tried to move all of the stuff that 4 people built up over 30 years into a two bedroom apartment? Let me tell you, it doesn’t happen easily. The last month or so of my life has been split between, real work, school work, blog work (aka fun work) and moving work. When I have a few seconds to rest, I’ve been choosing to sit with Dean, play with Allegra, and clean. (That last one is more out of necessity than choice.)
Today we officially hand over the keys, forcing me to admit that I where I grew up is no longer where I can spend my week off in summer nor my winter holidays. As much as I hate that, I’m honestly excited at the potential that this move can bring to me and my family. New adventures, traditions, friends, and furniture are all calling our names! Which also reminds me…
I’m super excited to be able to have an excuse to do some more crafting and shopping!? If I go back to PA with one more shopping bag, I really think that Dean might kill me. But now I can use my skills to help settle my mom into a new place… win win!
As crazy as the whole process of selling the house has been, I’m happy that I was able to be around to take this journey with my family.
Has anyone else been through the process of moving?
What was your favorite part? Least favorite part?
Feel free to share your stories!