...I've never really moved as an adult. I mean, when I was 18 I moved with my Mom to an apartment, but I was only in charge of my stuff - which was limited to my room. Then I moved from that place to my own place - and again, pretty much only had to load up my room. I then moved from that apartment into a friend's apartment, then back to the original apartment, and in with my husband - but again... It was only one room I was in charge of.
Moving an entire town house? Sucks. It sucks even more when you have a two year old underfoot. We're still not 100% done - but pretty much everything that needs to be at my Mom's is here, with the exception of my son's toy box and some clothes -oh and the bassinet. We can't forget the bassinet because as it turns out, there is NO room in my son's room for his bed AND a crib, so baby will DEFINATELY be bunking with us, and hopefully by the time it outgrows the bassinet, we'll be in our own place. We go back Saturday and we have to send the rest of the crap to my in laws for storage and then clean. The house is a wreck. I've been stressing so much over this stupid move though that I have vowed not to think about it until we have to go back to said house and clean.
Unpacking is going... OK I guess. It could go faster but I'm at that point where I just... Don't care, lol. So I'm sending everything down to the basement just to be stored and letting our clothes sit in boxes in my room. I just wish everything would be done already, but I know I'm the one who has to make it get done, and quite frankly... I don't wanna!
...OK. I'm done I think. I'm going to bed. But YaY for being settled!
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