Rant: Isn't moving the worst? All the boxes and packing and dust and deciding who gets what and what goes where and OH MY GOSH, HOW DID I AQUIRE THIS MUCH JUNK?!? Ugh.
|Morgan enjoying the |
sunshine during one of our
many trips to the park
So, seven miles away. You might not think that seven miles would make that much difference, but guys... this is just crazy. I mean, we've got a Walmart and a stoplight and everything! (Do you hear that sarcasm?)
I joke, but it's actually a nice place to be. My brother and his family live just a few blocks away, and we're still close enough that Morgan and Adam can see each other whenever they'd like. Morgan thinks that living in a new town is pretty awesome, although she keeps asking why we didn't move to Salt Lake City or "somewhere fun" like that. Me? I'm just happy that when I run out of Starburst jelly beans, the grocery store is now close enough that I can justify going back out with the sole purpose of getting another bag. When I lived farther away I never would have made an extra 25 minute round trip for jelly beans. Except for that one time...
Don't judge. Sometimes a girl just needs jelly beans.
We've been living here for a little over a month now and as much as I'd love to say that we're all settled in and loving it here, the truth is that we're still living in bit of a disaster area. (I need to correct myself; I said that moving is the worst but actually, unpacking is the worst!) There are unpacked boxes lining the wall of my bedroom, occasionally spilling into the kitchen and living room when I attempt to locate something that is still packed away. It's gotten to the point that I'm considering throwing blankets over the piles of crap and telling people that they're one of a kind pieces from a new line of furniture I created. "I know it feels like you're sitting on a stack of cardboard boxes, but it's actually this awesome new kind of couch. Trust me, they're all the rage."
One of the most difficult things to keep up on during this whole moving process has been laundry. I feel like I can't unpack everything until all the laundry is folded and put away, but then I have a hard time putting the laundry away because there are boxes and all kinds of other random things cluttering up my space. I no longer have a laundry room, or even my own washer and dryer. I'm now using coin operated machines in a community laundry room. For this reason (and because, let's face it, doing laundry sucks) I try to wait and do all our laundry on certain days of the week. I don't think people without children will understand this, but having a kid doesn't just double the amount of laundry in the house, it increases it exponentially. Children have this need (at least my child does) to change their clothes several times a day. And not only are they using three pairs of clothing throughout the day, but when they shed them into the hamper something magical happens and the dirty clothes actually breed and multiply until before you know it, there are 18 dirty shirts and several so-dirty-they're-hard-to-identify articles of clothing that have miraculously appeared within a 72 hour period of time. Laundry? It's the worst, for sure.
|"Look, Mom. I did Nora's hair!"|
Speaking of The Bachelor, can we all just agree that Juan Pablo is actually the worst? Worse than laundry even. The worst of the worst!
I'm proud to say that a good portion of the past couple days was spent cleaning and putting more things away, and I feel like I made a considerable dent in the mess. While going through one of the boxes before dinner last night, I came across Morgan's zebra pillow pet - a gift she got two Christmases ago when she consistently answered the same way each time she was asked what she wanted Santa to bring her. "Hulk hands and a zebra pillow pet."
"Morgan," I called out as I pulled it from the box. "Look what I found."
"My zebra pillow pet! Thanks, Mom! I've been looking for this for like, fifteen years!" She's not dramatic at all.
And as I was getting her tucked into bed last night I noticed that her zebra and two stuffed bears were also wearing pajamas. So maybe she isn't entirely to blame for the laundry problem. It's been those darn bears all along!
Something I've had a lot of time to do this past month is think. To reflect on the past and begin making plans for the future. Looking at our surroundings, realizing that this will be the scenery of the memories we create for the next several months of our life, it's all a little bittersweet. This apartment wouldn't have been my first choice but for many reasons, this is where we ended up. The neighbors are a little... well, that's a subject worthy of a post in and of itself. I have a tiny kitchen and an even smaller bathroom. We don't have a yard anymore - something that we're having an incredibly hard time adjusting to. But despite all the little annoyances and inconveniences (did I mention the roosters in the vacant field behind my apartment complex that start crowing at 6:45 each morning?) this place is starting to feel like home. It's ours, and more and more I'm becoming confident that the memories we make here are going to be pretty darn awesome.
And that feeling? It's certainly not the worst thing ever.
|Meeting sweet Baby Charlie (my friend Holly's daughter) for the first |
time when they came to see the apartment. We had quite a good chat, she and I.