When we bought our house, 9 years ago, my husband and I thought that we made a good choice. After the second child came, we realized that we didn’t have room to breathe in our home. All of a sudden everything was wrong with where we were living. We were lacking storage, the kitchen was too small, no room to walk, and most importantly, the neighborhood was no longer as kid friendly as we once thought. We made the decision to move.
Last summer (2010) we put our house on the market. We had picked out a new house and a lot to put it on. We were ready. After 6 months, and no bites, we took the house off the market and decided it just wasn’t meant to be. All of sudden we started having major issues with one of our neighbors and the homeowner’s association. We had to move.
This summer we put it back on the market. We had a new realtor, we found a new house, we were ready. This time around the market was doing better, and we were able to sell our house within the first week of being on sale. Luckily the new house was a new build, and already up and move-in ready.
The people buying our house didn’t need it for a month, so we had time to slowly get everything into the new place. So we thought. Moving is a lot more stressful and hard than I ever imagined. When we moved to our first home, I was moving from an apartment. There is not near as much crap accumulated when living in an apartment. We had stuff everywhere. No wonder we had no storage. All the storage we had was filled with… garbage.
After an entire weekend and 15 friends and family members helping, we had made a small dent in our old house. It took us the next 2 1/2 weeks (evenings plus weekends) to get everything out of that house. We decided that moving is way too much work, and way too much trouble. We plan on living here for the rest of our lives. We will not put ourselves through that again. My muscles, bones, head, everything ached. I was exhausted. I was cranky. I was ready for it to be done.
We have been living in our new home for almost a month. There are still boxes everywhere that we are going through. We are still trying to put everything away. We are still trying to decorate. We are still going… and going…. and going. This seems like a never ending process and I am ready to throw in the towel. Maybe I can just dump everything in a back room and forget about it. (sigh)
For some insight on why I have so much stuff, please read my blog: