We Like To Move-it, Move-it!

It is two AM.

My baby’s clock got turned around today.

He is in his highchair having “breakfast”.

I am blogging.

I guess that’s what you call “rolling with the punches”.

Personally, I’d still rather be sleeping.

But I’ll settle for sharing some moments from our recent move.

***

The day was lovely and sunny and sudden.

I am, by nature, a methodic packer. I sort. I weed out. I plan.

At least, I used to do those things.

This move was a whole different story.

Maybe it was fear of the unknown involved with the house-buying process.

Maybe it was the freedom of going into a bigger house.

Maybe it was the baby.

Whatever it was it tripped me up, bound my ankles and stuck me in a dark closet.

We were supposed to close on a Wednesday… it got pushed to Friday… then Monday.

What about our plans to move that Saturday? Out the window.

So we talked of moving on the following Saturday.

Then over the weekend we got the hair-brained notion to move Monday evening after the closing.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! We have gobs of packing to do yet!!!”

***

Monday,  nine AM -

The help arrived.

Mr. Loggerhead’s Dad and Logger Brother 2

Mr. Loggerhead’s Best friend, Jake.

My Oh-so-excited-oh-so-helpful Brother, Lan The Man.

Okay, Okay, he was a bit helpful.

But just a little.

The bits and pieces of our life were packed,

Boxes marked (or not).

and loaded in the trailer.

Our life... in a trailer…

Goodbye organization. Goodbye neighbors.

Just a tad overwhelming.

Exciting too…

At least they thought so!

T-boy was sick and moped about most of the day.

 

He did take a break from his lethargy to watch the guys move our monstrously heavy upright piano.

And that, my friends, is the way you move a piano.

 

Talk about a song and dance!?!

***

In the house a transformation was happening. As our stuff, our life, was carried out and the house became an empty shell holding nothing but the memories of the year we spent there----

“Hold it right there, lady! Nothing but memories?!? What about all the gunk on the floor, huh? What about that?”

Okay, yes, the gunk and the marks on the wall made by some childish hand and the nails in the walls where I hung thing after thing, as my husband watched, shaking his head…

But back to the change that was happening. 

My sister decided to rent our old house.

Her things are bright.

Her space shouts, “fashion” and “style”.

As one era moved out the front door, a new one waltzed in through the back.

I think the house was happy.

***

As for us, the moment had come.

We were homeowners at last.

Vultures circled as we drove in the driveway of our new home
. A bad omen?

I think not.

But Mr. Loggerhead carried me over the threshold for good luck, just in case.

Over the threshold to our new era.

I think this house is happy too.

Love,

A Mover and Shaker In NE