Oh, these are busy times. We have keys to the new place and have been there a couple of times already. We’re painting and unfortunately have a lot of cleaning to do. It seems the previous tenants decided to leave a few things behind: a couple of grills, various satellite equipment, hair, dust, cobwebs. It’s icky, and now we have to take care of their nastiness before we can move in. On top of that, they were heavy pot smokers and had a couple of dogs, so while they apparently cleaned the carpets, there is this hideous lingering dog and pot smoke odor that just doesn’t make for a pleasant home smell. So now we have to clean the carpets again too. It’s too much.
It’s too much because it’s already crazy to move. It’s crazier to move with a toddler. Throw in the timing and that we’re moving in the middle of J’s teaching semester and my work semester, and it’s a little more nuts. On top of that, we’re entering the season where J and I contract with an academic scoring organization and have insane extra work hours. Oh, and they just promoted me, so it’s better money, but lots more work. Holy hell, it’s a busy month. Holy, fucking hell.
Need I even write that we’re a little stressed out?
We really want to make this new little place our own and feel comfortable there. It’s a bit lifestyle change because the place is a bit more rustic, a bit less modern, so the extra work to make that happen is frustrating to us.
But it has been great going there. We bought BG a new noisy, flashy toy–something we don’t ever get for him–and we put it in the new house in his room. He loves it, of course, and moves it around his room to try it out from different corners. He likes to wander around the house checking things out. He likes to open the fridge and open all the cabinets. He always enjoys going there, and that makes us so happy. Already, he’s standing at the door, looking outside and enthusiastically cheering, “Outside! Outside!” Sadly, we’ve had torrential downpours all week, so he has yet to experience the great big yard. He will very soon. That reminds me: he needs boots.
We move next Thursday. With any luck, we’ll be ready to move. We have hired a couple of students who used to be movers to load, drive, and unload our truck. We may hire someone to clean the apartment. We should really be hiring someone to do everything, but that’s just not our reality, so we’ll do what we can to make this place the best that we can for now. And it will all be okay. It will.
How can it not be when you live on an idyllic little street like this?
Or live across the street from this:
We’re going to love the change of pace, just as soon as we get to live that pace. I just have to keep reminding myself to breathe.