We’ve officially been living in Virginia for two weeks. Last time I wrote, I reintroduced myself and shared about our move. Let me just tell you about the past two weeks – they have been C.R.A.Z.Y!
We arrived to our new home (a rented townhouse) in northern Virginia on a Friday evening. All we had with us were new mattresses, that I ordered and shipped to our new address, and the belongings that we managed to fit in the back of our van. We had some clothes, food, cleaning supplies, electronics (including a tv and dvd player), my Young Living diffuser and oils, bedding, and my Keurig. Because life without caffeine is just plain mean.
After a 10+ hour car trip, I was ready to get in and settled. I’m a doer and I find it hard to relax knowing there are still things to be done. It didn’t take long before I realized that I managed to bring sheets for the boys’ beds and our king-size comforters, but forgot the sheets for our bed. But hey, at least I had my Keruig! HA! Priorities, eh!?!?!?! I figured it wouldn’t be too big of a deal because I was certain that our moving truck would arrive on Sunday or Monday (which was only two-three days away).
Our moving truck, due to some unforeseen circumstances, didn’t arrive for an entire week. We made the most of it and still managed to have fun. We had lots of picnics on the floor and the boys watched Moana multiple times a day. I’m pretty sure when I think back on our first couple weeks in Virginia, I won’t be able to do so without humming, “How Far I’ll Go,” or “You’re Welcome.” Let’s face it, I still can’t even say, “you’re welcome,” to someone without singing, in my best Dwayne Johson voice, “you’re welcome,” in my head. Who am I kidding, sometimes I straight up sing it out loud! You’ve been warned in case I burst into song the next time I tell you, “you’re welcome!”
The real fun began once our moving truck arrived. Can I just say, if you are needing to downsize for a move, go ahead and get rid of everything that you think you need to…AND THEN DO IT AGAIN!!! Because WOAH, NELLY! The boxes just kept on coming. They were stacked in the bedrooms from floor to ceiling. Now I realize that needed to be done, but how did they really think all 5’1″ (and 5/8ths of an inch, because every bit counts when you’re vertically challenged) of me was going to get those down??? Clearly, they weren’t thinking of me or the poor items in the boxes that were subject to my methods of getting them to the floor.
I decided that this new house of ours, which I’ve come to love, is plenty big enough for the four of us – but not for our stuff! Oy Vey! I began unpacking and hanging my clothes and after unloading three of my wardrobe boxes (there were six) our closet was filled to the brim. I still had three more wardrobes filled with clothes to unpack and that wasn’t even counting any of Andrew’s clothes. It was at that moment that I collapsed on our bed overwhelmed, in a puddle of tears. In our old house, Andrew and I each had our own walk-in-closet. Going from two big closets to one medium size closet was just not going to work.
My parents were arriving the next day with more of our stuff that didn’t fit in the back of our van and I had already started refilling empty boxes with things for them to take back to Indiana. Mostly my clothes. So if you live in Indiana and need some clothes, you might just want to hit up my parent’s house! LOL! We hadn’t made any set plans with my parents for the weekend. I didn’t know if they’d want to go sightseeing or just hang out. But after my dad took one look at our closet dilemma, he insisted that we go to Home Depot and install a second row of closet space. He and Andrew spent the next few hours greatly improving our closet situation and then even tackled some additional home improvement projects. My clothes and I are beyond grateful! I still sent several containers back with my parents, but at least I was able to finally unpack the rest of the boxes.
Aren’t dads just the best?!?!
Like I said earlier, I’m a doer. I can’t rest until everything is FINISHED! Some say it’s a great quality to have…hmmmmm. One thing I do know for sure, I CAN NOT live in the boxes. I’ve been that way my entire life. From moving to and from college every fall/spring, to moving from house to house. I look at it like a bandaid. You’ve just got to rip it off. I tore through the boxes and had everything unpacked and in place in a little under 72 hours. It was a tiresome three days, but now I can focus on my little men and simply relax!