It's been a while since I've updated our faithful reader(s) on the progress on making ONE HOME for our family... instead of multiple homes (not that we are against having multiple homes. If, for some reason, I lucked into a vacation home in Maui, I'd make it work... but Youngstown and Canton are not the best "vacation destinations". Anyway... )
This past Tuesday I realized that MARCH IS FRIDAY, which means on FRIDAY we are moving LATER THIS MONTH. I huge relief hit me, knowing that being split between multiple houses will soon come to an end... but then, a hint of dread followed.
Here is some of the randomness that is my life, as we prepare to move.
I still have a TON of packing to do... and I feel like I'm not getting anywhere with it. Even when we go to hotels, I like to have Greg start taking stuff out to the car while I finish packing, so that I can see progress. Right now, I just have piles of empty boxes to be filled, piles of filled boxes that are labeled, and just a general feeling of chaos in the house, because nothing seems to have a place.
I think I need to stop going "through" everything before I pack it, and just PACK... and pray I go through it when I unpack (but, let's face it... that will never happen. I still have boxes in my exhusband's attic from when we moved in 2003 that I never went through).
I am, however, going through a lot of clothes to see what can be donated to Goodwill. I have a box of kitchen appliances and three bags of clothes to purge. Hopefully that will make my living space seem a bit more liveable. I kind of doubt it will happen, though.
I am a bit scared because I'm fairly certain that Greg hasn't even started packing up the Youngstown house yet. and, he is going to be gone every weekend for business from now until Easter (after we are supposed to move).
Another thing I was dreading was mailing my last rent check to my landlord.
The circumstances of when I moved into our Canton home about two years ago are much different than now. I was a single mom, trying to make things work for me and my girls. We had looked at several other places, but the minute we walked into this location, we immediately felt at home. It was charming, and just the right size for us, and within budget. However, over the past couple of years, the neighborhood has gone a bit (more) downhill, and we have outgrown the place, as well.
My landlord, however, is a great man (even though he often calls me Lisa by mistake). I felt kind of sad writing a letter to put with my check letting him know we were moving. How exactly does one break up with a landlord in a non-awkward way, anyway?
I've also resolved to not do any more grocery shopping until we move, allowing me to purge as much as I can out of the freezer and cabinets. Meal planning will be a bit random over the next few weeks, resulting in great meals like hard boiled eggs and cheesy garlic bread (which is what I fixed for dinner on Tuesday night. Jealous?)
So... dear reader(s), any tips on how to make this experience a bit more tolerable, so that I don't lose my patience and my family will still tolerate me as well?