Whew! What a crazy 24 hours! Sunday after church we drove down to our old house as the movers were coming to take all of our stuff early the next morning. My mom arrived with breakfast a little after 7:00, and we got to work on the last of the boxing up as the movers arrived behind our house.
Can I just say it’s amazing how much stuff we have accumulated over 7.5 years of marriage? This is after selling and giving away a lot of stuff too since we are moving into a smaller house. I have no idea where it all came from. The three movers started prepping the house and wrapping the furniture, and yall, I felt so bad for them. Yesterday the heat index where we were was 111. I tried to keep the house as cool as I could but because it was so hot and they kept the back door open all day, it was just plain HOT in the house the whole time.
My sweet mother volunteered to clean the bathrooms and help me keep the dogs quiet for the day. We would lock ourselves in a bathroom with the dogs and clean then move to the next. Bobby did a lot of dusting and vacuuming as each room was cleared out, and we had a nice little system going. I got frustrated because I had to take so many breaks and tired so easily. Then when I wanted to sit and rest, there was no furniture to sit on because they took all of that first, ha!
The poor dogs were so stressed out. When it was time to clean the kitchen and the movers were still all running around, Bella wouldn’t stop barking so I stuck her up on the counter and that made her be quiet, so there she stayed. (I was close by, and she would never try to jump off).
Let’s just say both the girls slept the whole three hours back home and also really well last night!
It was so weird seeing each room cleaned out that was full of boxes and beds and dressers that morning.
As we cleaned and moved through the house, I thought back to 3.5 years ago when we moved in everything, and it just felt so odd and surreal to be moving everything OUT already.
As I mentioned before, I am so happy to be moving on with life and on into the next chapter because it seemed like this one would NEVER end, but it was also sad to leave a home with so many great memories. It was a good house, one we designed ourselves, and enjoyed being in, and we enjoyed our neighborhood itself as well. The movers were finally done around 5:30 (after having to bring in a whole second crew because the first crew, poor guys were exhausted and drenched in sweat). We finished cleaning up the house and loading up our car with what we were taking, and said our goodbyes. We took one last picture out front with the dogs and baby M, and said goodbye to my mom.
It’s no secret I am super sentimental, so Bobby gave me a minute in the house alone while he loaded up the dogs. Between the bittersweet goodbye and the pregnancy hormones, not gonna lie, I stood in my kitchen/living room for one last time…and cried. I thanked God for all the great memories we had in this house, and that it kept us safe, dry, cool/warm for 3.5 years. Even though they were a very, very tough few years, and we wanted to move away badly, we still had some really good times. I am thankful for photographs so I can always look back on our years on Pine Valley Lane.
As we drove away, we promised one day, years from now, that we would drive back by and see our house. Hopefully, just like we did, a new family will have made lots of wonderful memories in “our” home.
QOTD: is moving bittersweet for you? Are you sentimental when it comes to memories etc?