So we’ve been in the new house for two and a half weeks and I thought it would be fun to share a little update on how things are going, what I’m learning about, and what I’m struggling with…
What I’m struggling with:
1. I live in Sherwood forest! It’s official…nature and I need to become one with each other. In the short time period we’ve been at the new house I’ve experienced two deer in my backyard, Steve the snake in the front yard, and was introduced to Moochie the muskrat when he got stuck in our egress window. I’m not really a nature person so getting to experience these lovely creatures has been quite the treat.
2. Unpacking boxes is a never ending struggle and if I never see another piece of cardboard in my life it would be amazing. I never realized how much two people can have until faced with the daunting task of opening millions of boxes just to find that one power cord we tossed in a box marked “Office”. Ok, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit…but trust me, the boxes are still all over with no end in sight.
3. Silence, they say it’s a golden thing but I’m struggling with embracing the silence of our new house. We are located on the outskirts of town with a beautiful little wooded area directly behind our house so quietness is ever present and with a house that doesn’t have much furniture, I can hear the cat’s claws click on the wood floor when they walk by. I’m sure there will be a time I miss this silence, at least that’s what I tell myself to keep my sanity.
What I’ve learned:
1. My husband and I make a pretty good team.
Example 1: We went shopping for the first new piece of furniture for the house and the clerk was impressed with how efficiently we are able to make a decision. Little does she know we spent 10 hours prior looking everything over before going into the store…but that tiny detail doesn’t matter.
Example 2: We managed to save Moochie the muskrat from dying with a little 5 foot piece of wood, a chunk of carpeting, a few screws, and a couple tablespoons of peanut butter. He ran the drill and I ran the peanut butter knife. It was a rough 48 hours that also included a broken broom, packing tape, a bucket, and numerous carrots but those were just casualties of the expedition.
2. 5 extra stairs really start to add up when you constantly forget things upstairs. Opps, my glasses are in the bathroom…opps, my shoes are in the closet…opps, my phone is charging on my nightstand. At the rate I’m going, I will have buns of steel just from doing a thousand trips up and down the stairs every day.
3. Planting roots feels pretty amazing. I never realized that buying a house would bring with it so many wonderful feelings. I have waves of calmness flood over me when I realize this is where our future children will grow up, this is where my husband and I will grow old together, this is where so many memories are going to be made…the feeling of uncertainty is gone and instead a feeling of peace and excitement for what our future holds.
