So a lot has been going on here at The Oak House. We're moving!
A couple of months ago, we decided to go to an open house we saw advertised. When we got there, the house was closed but we found two other open houses in the same neighborhood. We fell hard for the second one like love at fifteen. We found this house, fell in love, but then broke up with it. But we felt heartbroken, so we got back together, proposed, and now that were about to get married, it's like we can't get a marriage license! Ha ha! No, but things beyond our control have seriously delayed our closing.
We had tossed around the idea of moving for the past several years. GB was always for it. But me, I have my literal blood, sweat, and tears in this house with every wall I've painted, every DIY project I've done, and oh man, my bookcases! But a series of "let's just see what they say" events led to us putting in an offer and listing our house. One thing I did know was that I love my home, and I didn't want to leave it unless I had somewhere to go that felt I could love just as much. The only problem when you go that route is then you worry if your home will sell quickly. But thankfully ours did sell quickly, and while that's great, the sheer number of boxes I have been packing is overwhelming. And I don't feel like I am anywhere near being done. I don't think you can really comprehend how much stuff you have until you try to box it all up. I mean, why does a party of 3 need 100 plates?
In the interim, we've had family in town, been to swim lessons, and traveled to New York, all while faxing papers and simultaneously stalking the new house. So in about two weeks we'll either be house-proud or homeless. Y'all, I am really hoping for the former!
How was your last moving experience? Did it go as planned or did it make you never want to move again?
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