So did you know that movers have a term for all the unpacked crap that is unyet boxed when they arrive? I did not know until last Tuesday.
Sweet shit moving is hard. A lot harder 7 years, 2 kids, a mess of lbs, and a festering thrift addiction later I TELL YOU.
I am embarrassed to admit that I actually had visions a plan to set my craft room up (in it’s entirety) the first night. I am laughing at my former, less exhausted self and her silly plans.
I think I was prepared for the physical strain of moving but it was/is the emotional stress that has clocked me. The public-ness of the process was not enjoyable, it felt a little like going outside with your pants down. First folks come in and throw your stuff around, exposing all kinds of crud underneath, then they march out the door, displaying your junk until it gets to the truck. Then you turn around and put on a show of excess for your new neighbors. Delightful.
I (kinda) wish I had gotten a photo of all the trash we left in front of our old apartment. It was an embarrassing mound, an embarrassing mound that spanned the entire length of the property – double lined. And usually I am a good donater or freecycler but time was falling on our heads and we just put it all to the curb. A couple of folks pulled over (after my own heart) to trash pick. So much “chowder” was left in our apartment and we needed the stuff out in 2 days if we wanted our deposit back, and we DO. (Hello sectional sofa!)
I will stop complaining now because these are good changes that are happening. I will appreciate and embrace them with grace, right?
Random shots from around the house:
Newel post at the base of the front stairway.
Above the stove.
Bit of the kitchen floor, original to the house, which is almost 100 years old.
Don’t YOU have a toilet in your yard?
Vintage Photo in Kitchen (will hopefully be back to Vintage Photo Friday next week).
The Bromeliads are from our thoughtful neighbors!
Snippet of the craft room. Excuse the blur but somehow a blurry photo of cameras made me laugh.
More display of my collections in the craft room.
I still have a crush on my Etsy Boyfriend there in front. Isn’t he handsome? Wish he could help me unpack though…
I started a Flickr group called, Just Moved. Please join if you’ve moved in the last year (or ever in your life!) and share your thoughts and photos.