This is my life right now. Boxes, upon boxes, upon boxes. I’m swimming in cardboard, and I kind of want to kick it all to the curb. I was doing well with going back and forth from our old home and bringing back a carload and getting it all settled. Unfortunately, the old house needs to be prepared for rental, so we had to swoop everything that was left at once. This is only a piece of the puzzle. There are boxes everywhere. The living room, the kitchen, the kids room and our bedroom. Even the basement. Amazingly, the only person in this house with no boxes in their room is the cellist. Go figure.
We’ve been in the house for a little over a month now, and I feel like we’re actually worse off than when we FIRST moved in. It’s like a labyrinth from our front door to our back. Traversing through boxes and bins. Full of oft forgotten trinkets and memories. It’s been interesting to say the least.
For the next few weeks, I plan to pummel these boxes right outta Dodge! Yes, those are all of my shoes. Yes, I have a lot. No, I’m not throwing a bunch away, but I will be giving some up for adoption soon-ish. I think.
See, I’m still in the routine of spending quiet mornings with the littles – and by mornings, I mean after 9:30 am. My new reality is get up (EARLY,) attempt to get some blog work done – which means sometimes cooking an entire meal before 11 am, homeschool, allow time for random cartoons – the catch of the week seems to be MLP (My Little Pony ) Friendship is Magic – nap, then try to get through some boxes. All of my grocery shopping is done surprisingly early in the morning on days when I figure it needs to be done. I love that aspect of this new reality for me.
I have stairs to go up and down. Cries to soothe. Appointments to make. Rooms to clean. Laundry to ignore. A dog. No longer is my house one level. No longer am I a renter. I am a home owner. My husband and I are responsible for the care and upkeep of our entire building. We alone make the decisions that change the inside and outside. We can make this our little castle on the corner.
It’s a reality that I’m learning to embrace, and fully loving.
I remember the first time it hit me that The Hubs and I were responsible for everything to do with our house. It was when our water heater died. I wanted to call someone, anyone… I wasn’t prepared. LOL
But you’ll get there. And soon the boxes will be a memory and you’ll find your new normal. Enjoy going through the memories and wearing those shoes because oh my yes, please!
I’m sure you’ll whip all those boxes into shape soon enough. In the mean time, if any of those shoes need adoptive owners, I think you and I are the same size, and you know how I love shoes! Let me know if I can take a few pair off your feet.
Nothing like your own! This made my heart smile.