the moving diaries

Oh moving, you are such a wonderful thought, appealing, enticing daydreams of painting, new furniture and decor. And the excitement, oh the excitement of a new place. Starting new, getting organized, cleaning up...all sounds so wonderful...until, you have to do it. It has been a little while since I've moved, and the same thing happens every time. I get totally excited but then I realize I have to pack, haul my life's collections over an hour away and then unpack. I have to go through every box and file I have been stuffing full of the items I would rather just forget about or have no idea where to put in the first place. And oh the things i could go on about, but I don't have to, cause we have all been there.

Well we got the apartment that we wanted and we started moving in on Wednesday. I was thinking we would take our time, move things out here and there around work and vacation and everything else. But right now I am sitting in my new living room in the only chair we have here, sitting in front of the only piece of furniture we brought (a desk, oh we did bring the changing table too but that doesn't do me much good) while getting ready to go to bed on my blow-up mattress. We realize now that we need to rent a truck and get this done asap. oh we were so silly to think we could do this move is small loads.

Tomorrow we are off to shop for a couch, not because we don't have one, we actually have a very nice couch that I love, but it does not fit through our door (boo).  So does anyone want to buy a couch? We have a very nice mattress that is still at the other house and if that doesn't fit through the door I'm giving up and moving back home. It is the greatest mattress ever and isn't worth leaving!

I'm exhausted and heading to bed, that is if I can sleep, it's Rory's first night in her own room and I'm not used to having her so far away. I even went out and got a video monitor! hehe!