Over the course of the summer I have been enduring the incredible ups and downs of moving into a new home. I know, everybody moves once in awhile you say, what’s the big deal. It may help you get it if I tell you I had been living in my previous house for almost 40 years. A long time, in any case, but in terms of moving it was essentially forever. On top of the time factor was the fact that we were moving from a big suburban house on an acre to a town-home in a high density development.
It took us a month to get the house cleaned up enough to sell. In the process we threw away a lot of stuff, most of which we were surprised to find we even had. Then we had to move a lot of the stuff we didn’t want to throw away out of the house as part of the “staging” process now popular among the real estate crowd. After all of that, the house sold pretty much the day we put it on the market. We either did a wonderful job getting the house ready or it really didn’t matter at all. Who knows?
Then we spent a month finding another house, which involved an amazing dance of offers, counter-offers and Realtor skulduggery, and packing/sorting/clearing of our innumerable possessions collected over the decades that we lived in the old house. At the end of this crazy July we were able to close both the old house and the new within 1 week of each other. Luckily, the new owners of our old house were not in a hurry to move in. Or unluckily, depending on how you look at it, because we then managed to mess around for 3 weeks moving into the town-house. It was a nightmare of a multitude of trips back and forth with all of our little personal stuff followed by a massive commercial move of all of the furniture and prepacked stuff in one day. Then we took another week cleaning out the remnants of the move before we could officially say goodbye to the old house. Unbelievably stressful and fatiguing.
Finally, we were in our new home. New for us anyway. It was actually a used house but not very used. Anyway, I would like to welcome you to our cardboard castle. The town-home was actually quite large but, it turns out, not large enough for our accumulations. The main part of the house was pretty livable but all of the outer spaces were filled to the brim with cardboard and plastic containers of all shapes and sizes. We have been in the house for about 3 weeks now. Unpacking has slowed as our garage has filled with empty cardboard containers and countless black plastic sacks of refuse. But I think we are going to be able to enjoy it here. Whew.
Of course you know why I am writing about this event in my life. Right. I haven’t been doing much else besides moving this summer. You probably didn’t notice but I did. So if things work out I may be returning to the more enriching activities of my life, such as The TimePage and this blog, before long. Finally.