Honestly, got so busy with my move that I didn't take to time reflect and post about my move. All I can say is thank God that is over! I dread moving and hope to not have to do it again unless I meet the man of my dreams who lives in a palace, or at least a small mansion, and sweeps me off my feet. Therefore, he will defiantly have enough money to send a small crew in and move my possessions and clean my house for me and I won't have to do any of the work. In fact, we will be sailing on a month long trip on his yacht during that time and come home all suntanned and carefree to my house magically being moved having been done by professions and paid for by him :)
Well, I can dream...
Actually, I am so loving my new house that short of that mansion with a full time maid, butler and cook (well, maybe not cook cause I like to do that) I can't imagine moving to someone else's home as this just already feels like home to me.
My neighbors, so far, have been awesome and friendly. My dog loves his backyard and the ability to get out and run across the street to swim in the pond a couple times and week with his dog friends in the neighborhood. My yard is full of surprises with new plants coming up. (I recommend buying a house in the middle of the winter if you like plants and surprises). Hyacinth, daffodils, ivy, clematis, bleeding hearts, columbine, peonies, and many more I've yet to identify or am forgetting at the moment. This is just a couple of the things I love about my house.
So...back to the move and that stress. Despite trying to make it stress free, I think moving always will be (barring the scenario above). My movers I hired were four hours late and it was freezing cold out. I specifically said I hired them to move just the big things, yet they came in and started moving small boxes. We could handle the small boxes ourselves. What I needed, was the heavy lifting and they didn't seem to be able to wrap their heads around the fact that they could ignore all those small boxes and sat around and plotted how to best load the moving truck to make use of the space. To me, it should have been simple as I had a list of a couple dozen things that MUST be moved by them. Then throw in whatever small items you can fit around those things and go. When they were picking up dining room chains and taking them out I was aggravated. I can lift a dining room chain. I have an SUV and all six can fit in it, plus some boxes and I can take those over later. I didn't need them to carry those items out but they couldn't seem to understand this. On top of this, we were unloading in the dark since they were so late
But I managed to do it without a nervous breakdown. In hindsight, I should have had some good meds in my system to combat the stress. Next time. Wait, I don't want a next time :) But, if for some unforeseen reason there is, I think a trip to my doctor and some Xanax will be in order.
So I am settled in. Well mostly,- a few loose ends to tie up (like I have no living room furniture, though I do have a family room so no big deal and it will be coming in a couple more months) and I am now in the process of making the home my own. Currently I am painting the deck which was in dire need of some attention. I have also started my kitchen painting and really want to get more done on that soon.
So moving challenge is over, lol Really? It has only been, what, four months? On to the next challenge.
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