July 12, 2009
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A Long, Thoughtful Sigh
Ever just feel like you can’t win?
Sometimes I do.Anyway. We’re packing to move, and I really, really don’t like packing. Or moving. The unpacking part isn’t quite so bad; it’s actually fun finding where you want to put stuff (though not so much fun when you’re going from having a garage for storage to not having much storage space at all). I’d like to hope this could be our last house to move into, I think I would be happy leasing for a while but eventually purchasing the new house, but I don’t know how feasible it is that I could be so lucky as to have this be a long-term arrangement. I just want to settle and stay. Is that so much to ask?
I have much to do, but I’m really trying to keep up. I’m trying to clean as we go, in hopes of minimizing the tornado-zone look that accompanies packing to move. One thing that really bothers me is clutter and a chaotic environment. Life is chaotic enough without having my home feel that way–I need home to be a respite from chaos.
I’m glad we will be moved before school starts back. It will be crazy pulling it off without losing my few remaining faculties, but I think we can do it. Okay, with God’s help I know we can do it. Getting things put away the week after moving in will be challenging, but it’s the only week I have left of my “summer” (ha!) before teachers return to school (two weeks ahead of the students). That will be an interesting week.
I want to say, though, that I am immensely grateful that God provided a house for us. It’s spacious enough where we won’t feel cramped, and it’s close to school and actually walking distance from the dance studio. And did I mention that it’s $200. a month less than we’ve been paying for the past two years?
I have articles to write, so I’m going to go work on those for a bit.
Comments (5)
Good morning to you, a long ago visited online friend….I wish you the very best in your move, and as just recently I’ve again encountered my misplaced muse, I shall write. If you still have my email address: wegotrhythm@yahoo.com, write me and if you don’t have it, here it is!! (HA). And, when are you moving? Where? Why? Forgive me for not having followed your writes, but now living alone, I have much to do in just keeping up with California’s pace of a downward slope! Hugs to you, Lisa.
lisa, i miss you. a lot. i’ll keep you in prayer for a great uncomplicated and easy move.
the part i love about moving is tossing out everything i haven’t seen or used in a while. decluttering. i thought i did that when we bought this house, but it’s a constant happening.
as of tonight it appears tha disneyworld is on for september. of course that could change and kona could be on. i do think that after all we’ve been through the last 8 months disneyworld is what we both want–a little magic fun. i’ll keep you posted of we’re coming to florida and hope we can get to tampa to see you (if it’s ok with you.)
how are all your kids and how many are still at home, in school, etc.? what are they all up to now. it shocks me how grown up they are.
post pics of your new house.
love you much, mari
Awww, darlin’ heart! I know the stress of moving. In fact, I just moved three times in the past six months.
First I packed up most of my personal belongings and put them in storage. Mr. Man has surrendered to demon alcohol so I was preparing to leave if his drunken abuse escalated. Unfortunately my promise to leave if he continued to drink didn’t phase him so I moved out. He said it was only a separation, he would become the man I deserved and then I could “come home”. I’m so familiar with the disease of addiction I had little hope of that happening. Anyway, just this last weekend, the person I was rooming with began to take advantage of me financially and began to be emotionally abusive. I suppose she thought she could get away with it because I had nowhere else to go. So I moved again this weekend. Unfortunately back in with Mr. Man but staying in the guest room and trying to arrange to get to California. So I’m living out of a suitcase for now with all my possessions still in storage. Guess what? I’m fine with it all. I’m just going to keep putting one foot in front of the other and forge ahead.
But the moving … arrrgh! I agree that tossing things that aren’t necessary is liberating. Then again some odds and ends are impossible to part with. Having been stripped by Katrina should have taught me that things are just things and not necessary to my happiness but little things still move me — like my daddy’s love letters to my mama, the pink teddy bear my big brother gave me when I had surgery, — heartstring stuff. The moving is a challenge. The unpacking can be fun — putting things in their new place.
I hope it doesn’t get overwhelming and goes as easily as possible for you, my darling friend.
Love you much!
MLG:
It has been said that “three moves is like having a fire,” and having moved too many times in the past, perhaps there are times when the fire is preferable, can’t be certain. At least insurance might cover the fire, and we could always use new furniture. I really feel for you and your family and hope you are nearing the end of this madness. An old friend once told me that his family made so many moves during the 30′s that they would back up to the door and the furniture hopped on board ready to go.
Papa
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Thank you so much, my friend. It’s been a very hard weekend, but I’m happy to say we have all our stuff (two 26′ truckloads) all moved and unloaded and the truck has been returned (a huge relief to my husband). Our new house is a sea of boxes, but at least we are here. We’re going back over to clean the old house tonight, and thankfully after that we will be done with all of that. We are grateful that our former landlord is a wonderful man, and that our new one also seems very nice.
I’m so sorry for all the junk you are having to walk through. What a pain.
I will keep you in my heart and prayers. Please keep me posted on how you are doing and where-ish you are. I know you are a trooper, but I still worry about you. (((hug)))
Love you…
Blue