Saturday, April 5, 2014

New Friends, Lost Furniture and No Regrets





We have been moving for a month. We're downsizing from 2250 square feet to just under 1200 cozy squares of feet. More than anything we need to make room for laughter rather than another box of toys. (More on the what we left behind in a future post and a surreptitious interview I did for a home pub with the boys from The Minimalists.)



I have found myself saying things during this stressful time that have made the move much more enjoyable, when looked at from a distance, and a foot rub:

“It’s behind the marinated chicken!” (Followed quickly by this, which I knew the OCD hubby would next ask.) “It’s good through Friday!” (While wrapped up in the foam from the seriously overpacked sofa that didn’t arrive on time or in one delivery.)

“You can whine on the time out tile or in the bathroom with the door closed. Your choice.” (Before we received our lost furniture, or any.)

"It's a sofa, not an airplane." To the 100th Kmart customer service rep who was still looking for the other half of our sofa 22 days in.

The twins didn't blink when we moved their itty bitty mattresses to a bare floor and tucked them in to their new bedroom that first night. They easily made friends with the kids over the back wall. They throw Nerf balls back and forth and have shared yogurt and boiled eggs. They call to each other, "I'm here, friend!" That's a nice thing to hear every day!



They are thrilled that so many people are out and about walking dogs, babies, sometimes both and that the garbage is picked up twice weekly and the mail man waves to them. So much to see from the front porch!

"Mommy! The garbage man is sharing with the neighbors. He's taking everybody's trash! It's nice to share. I am so proud of him." 4-year-old logic.


We relied on some informative bloggers who have done this whole move thing before. You think there's always time and lots of helping hands when you plan a big move months in advance, that there will be room to breathe and work around the problems that inevitably pop up. But no. That's the joy of moving, of uprooting yourself and starting new adventures. Yah, I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown. But I'll wait until after we bake the bunny cupcakes for Monday's school party. Coconut and butter always makes things better.