One Year Later...
We are settled. For the past ten months we are adapting to a different home, different town, and different lifestyle.
Looking back (as in hindsight) the stress of moving after so many years in one house was real. OCD was not apparent as I thought. The slowness of days in anticipation of the final closing is all a distant memory.
So, what would I have done differently? What would have made a move more enjoyable if there is such a thing?
I would have found a mover! We delayed making that decision because we hoped that the house would be completed when we had to move out of our home. I envision that type of move to be much better suited to my stress level. Pack. Movers place all the belongings in a vehicle and drive the ten miles to our new house. Unload. Sounds so very simple.
But, that wasn't how our move transpired. Finding out at the last week that there was no way we would be able to move in, we didn't find a place to move us and store our furniture. So, as you see in the picture above, the PODS arrived. Mr. Spouse really enjoyed that!
Two pods didn't hold our 40 years of STUFF. Next came a UHaul and those belongings were stored in the company headquarters. Hide your eyes!
The boxes I packed were clearly labeled. That was a good step in organization. However, between the two PODS and the UHaul the many boxes became a disorganized mess. Originally I had placed the boxes we would need on the living level together. The non-necessary items were to be taken to the basement to be sorted and unpacked whenever...
Oh, my, there were boxes everywhere! It was 90 degrees on move in day. We did get some help in unpacking the PODS. The problem came in which area things should be taken--garage or basement. To say that I gained lots of exercise going up and down the stairs is definitely an understatement.
I would NOT have attempted to climb a ladder to make some needed corrections to our house before closing. Breaking a finger, nearly cutting my finger off, and damaging said finger's tendons created difficulty in packing, moving, and unpacking. I have the scars for a finger that will never be the same.
But...
we love our house!
We have amazing sunsets. The mountain views were a major draw of building on this particular location. Daily we enjoy the views of the sunrises and sunsets. The weather we can gaze as it approaches over the mountain ranges is worth every negative in moving drama.
One level living is the best! The house plan that I picked turned out just as I had hoped. The furnishings and decor seemed to be great choices. To daily hear Mr. Spouse say he loves our home is music to my ears.
Yes, after the rain sometimes a rainbow means we were right where we were supposed to be.
