On the Move

Yesterday was the big moving day. It has been 10 days of moving. Fill van, drive to new house, empty, and drive back home--repeat 1000 times. It is truly amazing all the stuff you can fit in a minivan.

We have finally counted the number of times we have moved since we have been married--13 moves in 13 years. Sigh. To be optimistic, I feel it is a wonderful opportunity to reevaluate all I own and purge. You would think I would be better at purging. It is tough to let go of the 100 pounds of my teen journals, so there I am, moving it and storing it yet again.

Since this move has been long and drawn out (not to mention done completely on our own, no professional moving company bubble wrapping my toilet paper this time), it has been difficult to find anything. I went to church on Friday with a potluck of items, and oddly, it was one of my most complimented outfits. Asa had no shoes, Dona wore Crocs with her dress and Axel wore what was in his suitcase from the night before. Underwear was also utilized for the second time.

The biggest problem is what is awaiting for us in the new home. Items were thrown in boxes with no organization whatsoever. It has already become a treasure hunt for the baby bottle, the children's PE uniform, and my make-up. It is so humbling to be stripped of all you own. I have lost count to how many favors I have asked. Thank goodness for great neighbors!

We are at the old home cleaning right now. Asa and Dona have been the best moving mates ever. They can play with Daddy's toolbox for hours! Plus, they are both content to be without clothing when their clothing became all wet from an impromptu shower. Hours of fun.

This move was the right thing to do though. Although we liked our compound, the new one has infinitely more room, the clubhouse feels like a resort, and it is 2 minutes from both the airport and Axel's work. It was the right thing to do. Painful, but right.