But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I have done the cross country move a couple of times now. And both times, I boarded a plane with a one way ticket in my hand. Unfortunately, this time, my flight was delayed over 2 and a half hours. But it gave me plenty of time to read my entire Martha Stuart catalog. Hey, don't judge. I needed the gardening tips. (More on that later) But once I was finally on the plane, it was rather uneventful. The parents met me at the airport, and I waited a full 10 minutes after getting on the road before asking if we were there yet. So I don't like road trips.
Two and a half hours after that, we finally got to my parents house. I walked outside, and looked up to see the stars, and took a deep breathe. And then I started scratching my nose like a crack addict, because in IL or in DC, spring allergies are spring allergies. The only difference is the air behind the allergies here is a lot cleaner.
Since that night, it's been a little bit of a whirlwind. Life has been full of cleaning, and unpacking. We finally emptied out the storage unit that I filled up 3 and a half years ago before I moved to DC, and am now using that to partially fill up my house. Oh, and I bought a car, and insurance, and all of that stuff that responsible adults do. The car is adorable, a Nissan Versa named Betty.
I imagined that I'd end up needing to spend an entire day cleaning my house. It had sat empty for around 8 months, and needing a little sanitization. And the day before I moved, my dad informed me that 3 of my moms friends were taking over that responsibility for me. They knew that my mom couldn't do much of anything (she just had minor surgery, she's doing ok, just needs to behave herself, and not bend, etc). So they spent an entire day scrubbing my house. It was wonderful to walk into my house, and see it sparkle.
When my trailer from DC finally arrived (I had expected it on Friday, but it was delayed until Monday) 7 people from my parents church came to help unload all 4 and a half feet (of a 28 foot trailer) of my belongings. With all of us working, it took about an hour, and again, they cleaned my furniture, and started unpacking my kitchen. I am so grateful.
But after that, my house is really starting to look like someone lives here. And, well, I finally do live here. This is the second morning that I've woken up on my house. And it's really starting to feel like home.
Ok, so there are boxes pretty much everywhere. And I have no idea where I'm going to put anything. Here lies the problem in moving from a teeny, tiny apartment to a house. A 3 bedroom house, with a full basement. I have more storage than I know what to do with. The kitchen, especially. In DC, I had 2 drawers, and 3, small cabinets. In my house, well, I haven't counted yet, but the count easily quadrupled. Easily. I'll eventually get around to taking pictures, after I get more stuff put away.
So, like I said, this is my second morning here. The first morning, I swore that my house is being haunted by my Grandma Stein. Yes, the crazy grandma that roller skated down a hill, and jumped over a set of train tracks. I bought a new toaster for my house, not having owned one before I moved. And yesterday morning was the first time I had used it. And I got burnt toast for breakfast. My grandma loved burnt toast. I can just imagine her sitting in the corner, giggling.
Fortunately, I think I'm getting the toaster regulated. And I'm kind of getting settled in. I'm hoping that eventually, I'll settle in completely, and life can get back to...normal. If that exists. I'll take pictures, eventually, and will post.
But for now, I'll leave you with...my barn.
Wow, people out there are SO nice. How awesome that you had so much help.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear your settling in. Can't wait to read more.