So...we're now 17 days out from the moving company pulling up in our driveway, stepping out of the cab of their truck, ready to haul away all of our worldly possessions loaded into the metal container at the rear of their vehicle. The question is, where will they drop it off? I sure would like to know. We saw another house last night in a great neighborhood, a beautiful neighborhood, but the house needs some updating which isn't a huge concern since we're only leasing for a year. It's just hard to swallow shelling out the equivalent of a mortgage payment for something we're not in love with. Such is life in a rental I suppose.
The monumental task of packing will commence this weekend, and I am dreading the onset. Thank goodness for Ryan's willingness to participate because I have packed up a few homes all.by.myself. in the past, and it isn't fun...especially when I had toddlers running around pulling things out of the boxes as fast as I could get them filled up.
I do have to admit the thought of packing up our home makes me a little sad. I get so attached to houses because of all of life's events that have taken place while inside its walls. For instance, this is the first home Ryan and I bought together. We searched for it as a married couple, made it a home for our blended family, decorated it together to reflect our our taste, learned to cope with the challenges of bringing a blended family together, loved each other more than the day before, laughed and cried....sometimes at the same time...so many great memories will be packed up with this home.
Happy Wednesday!
