We moved! and survived

There was some blood (only a little), sweat (a lot), and tears (a LOT, all me), but we managed to pack up our little duplex and move it all down to the new house in one weekend!  Did I mention that it was just me and Jay, loading up his truck at the duplex and unloading it in our new garage?  Over one weekend?  Without one. single. fight?!  That’s a record.  He did ask me if I was sick of it yet, while we were taking a lunch break, but I said if I stop to think about how much I am hating life at the moment, I won’t continue.  I just have to do it and not think about it.

It sounds whiney, but moving is The Worst.  It’s been studied and documented as one of the most psychologically and emotionally stressful changes in a person’s life.  Add to it having to pack and move your self….and you have a recipe for disaster.  Yes, we could have hired movers.  But we chose to do it ourselves.  Something I will never do again.  I’m also never moving again, unless I’m dead.

I’ve also realized I do not need as much stuff as I thought I did.  I don’t like clutter and I thrive on organization, and this move has definitely shown me what I can live without.  I can’t wait to move in the stuff we want and donate what we don’t!

Here is the garage, post-move.  It’s over.  We can breathe.