Thoughts on Moving

Just some random thoughts for the day…

Moving sucks.

Packing sucks.

Moving with an infant sucks even more.

Packing with an infant insanely sucks.

I’m so ready to move and be done. I keep having this vision in my head of us moved into our house. Our furniture is somehow newer looking and fits perfectly in every room it’s supposed to. The walls have all been painted a perfect color. It’s evening, our son is fast asleep in his room and my husband and I are on our new patio enjoying an after dinner drink and holding hands.

The reality will most likely be that three months after we move in the painting still won’t be done. We’ll realize that our couch doesn’t fit anywhere in the house and is now awkwardly placed in the center of the living room. Our other furniture will be placed in areas that it should go, but won’t quite work there. Our son will inevitably be terrified of his new room and refuse to sleep in his crib without myself or my husband standing within a foot of him. We won’t get that after dinner drink together until next winter when it’s too damn cold to sit outside.

For now, I’m just holding on to what I’m hoping for and forgetting that reality isn’t here yet, so I have time to bask in my little fantasy world about what our move will be like once we’re all settled.

Until then, our house is a mess. There are boxes and tubs everywhere the eye can see. I haven’t been able to find anything I’m looking for yet I have multiple random objects that I can’t seem to find a good place for. I’m accepting that this is just how the moving process works. I’ve done this before, but never with an infant…and I prefer to not do this again in the near future. I’ve come to the conclusion that the next time we move our children will be old enough and big enough to not only pack boxes but actually help move heavy furniture as well.

Here's to hoping!