We finally got into our new house on Friday evening.
And after working tirelessly the entire weekend, trying to do as much as possible in too short a period of time, we are back in our condo for one more week. And instead of being ridiculously excited about it all, I am feeling…
I am sore. From the muscles in my head and neck, all the way down to my toes. Carpet ripping, wallpaper stripping, ceiling painting, paint rolling and cutting in… it’s exhausting. All of that work, and we still have MILES to go. In all reality, the house is nowhere near ready to move in. But we sort of have to, given that we can’t get much done until we do. The issue we have is that Nora’s bedtime is so early that we can’t get over to the house to do anything during the week. And to become strictly weekend warriors would mean that it would take FOREVER for us to finish everything. At least, if we’re living there, we’ll be able to do things like painting after Nora is in bed each night.
So, this week, we’re preparing to pick up and move from a perfectly good, remodeled, clean, lovely little condo into a bigger, creaky, messy, torn apart house. We’re leaving “home” for… not home. It just feels like it’s going to take forever to make this new place ours.
Is it normal to feel like this? For months, we’ve been discussing the thousands of reasons why it is such a good thing that we are moving. We’ve talked about the hundreds of things that we will not miss.
Now, I find myself feeling incredibly sad about leaving. I am feeling nostalgic, and catch myself thinking things like, “This is our last Sunday night in this condo. We will never again enjoy a weekend here.” I think about how this is the only home that Nora has ever known, how she’s comfortable here and knows it’s her house. And how we’ll be taking her away from it forever. AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY. I swear, tears are welling up in my eyes as I type it this very minute.
Adding to the unsettling feelings is the fact that we still do not have a resolution for the condo. Still no word from the (seemingly promising) buyers who came through the past few weeks, so we’re assuming nothing is going to happen there. And now the tenant who we thought was a sure thing is being a little wishy-washy with us, so we’re not feeling very confident about that, either.
So, I prepare to pack. To leave comfort and head to a place that still feels like someone else’s house.
I hope it’s going to start feeling like home soon.
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 33 and have been married to Michael for seven years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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