posted by erin on Nov 10
Well, we’re here, spending our first night back at my parents. I say BACK because exactly 2 years ago we moved in here the first time while our house was being built. Crazy how it’s exactly the same day, November 10, 2 years later and we’re doing it again whilst our next house is being built. Hear me now…THIS IS THE LAST TIME!!!!! Not the last time we build, the last time we live with my parents…or any parents…
I am very thankful that they’ve opened up their home for me and my crazy brood…okay, who are we kidding, I AM the crazy one (it was proven to me once again tonight as Jer’s eyes started to glaze over during one of my bright shiny moments).
A big bonus this time around is that we actually have a house started prior to moving into mom and dad’s.
See…
Last time we had to live at mom and dad’s for FIVE MONTHS and they only started building our house in late January sometime (remember, we moved in same date). This time we’ve actually started building before we moved. That makes me happy. The framing is to begin on Monday, YAY! And we want to have more hands on participation in this house, so we’ll be spending some quality time at the house insulating, painting, installing hardwoods and tile, prepping basement and garage floors…which means we won’t be here. This is a good thing…absence maketh the heart grow fonderish (that’s a good word…fonderish…fonderish…yup, I like it).
Anyway, we started at 9:00 this morning with moving out the appliances and big stuff with the help of some friends (thanks Jay and Dan!). Then after lunch the second wave of help arrived and they moved a lot of boxes and other larger items (thanks Dave and James!). By the time we arrived here at 7:00 p.m. Our house was almost empty. I just wanted to get a good start today and instead we got almost everything moved (and packed). I must be getting really good at this or I’m throwing out way too much stuff : ) So now we have a few more cupboards to empty out, toys to sort through and pack and then the cleaning must commence.
I was really emotional all day. I felt really, really sad. It was hard to take everything out of it’s place and pack it away. It was hard to move the girls’ stuff out of their rooms. It was hard to remove ourselves from the house. I’ve been finding that this week with all the emotions of moving, of my dad’s situation, time of the month, other stuff I’m working through, I’m a little bit of a bear. And not the warm, fuzzy kind, either. The angry, grizzly kind. I’m kind of snappy and agitated. I feel a little out of sorts with myself and I feel really bad for Jer having to put up with me. He’s doing a stellar job, though. High five!
On a bright note, I finally became inspired with a design for our new house and now I have a plan. And Erin with a plan is somethin’ else. I have paint colors picked and I know where they are going (could change at a moment’s notice, but as an interior decorator that’s my prerogative , wouldn’t you say?), I finalized my lighting (it’s going to be frickin’ awesome!!), and now I just need a house to put the plan into action. I found that when I formulated the idea in my head, I was better able to detach myself from the house we’re moving out of and focus instead on the journey ahead. In fact, I got really excited. I can’t wait to put all my ideas together. To see how it all turns out. I can’t wait for Boxing Day sales so I can shop for fabric and make curtains and buy pictures : ) I can’t wait for UPS to drop off the box at Jer’s office with our first light fixture that I ordered yesterday from Home Depot so I can hold it and look at it and dream about how it’s going to look frickin’ awesome over our dining room table.
And even though it’s only a flip house, I will still turn it into our home, get attached just like I said I would try not to and then it will be the same cycle a year from now. Kind of like how we have babies and watch them grow up and then we have to let them go into the world and be all they can be…or something…or maybe it’s not quite like that. Sounded good in my head. But I AM really tired, so that explains all the rambling junk that I just made you read, pretending to myself that you all really care and have actually made it to the bottom of the tediously, long post.
I’m going to go to bed…in my old room…at my parents…with my husband…kind of weird and gross…oh, stop, nothing’s going to happen. I’ve decided living at ma and pa’s is GREAT birth control : ) Too much information, I know. Nighty night.
