In Conclusion: Moving Sucks
It’s been so long since I last blogged (a month and two days to be exact) that I don’t even know where to begin again.
I guess the move is as good a place as any, right?
I don’t know if I even officially wrote about having a place. The month of solo parenting/traveling back and forth and generally spreading ourselves too thin and driving ourselves and each other batty turned into 14 not-so-lovely and ever-so-drawn-out weeks.
We packed and cleaned and packed and yelled and stressed and eventually we did end up with a house. One not far from Ellie’s school and just up the road from the beach in a quiet cul-de-sac. So lovely, so perfect…
We sent the kids to stay with Nanna so we could sign the lease and clean the place up before moving in – all after attending James’ work party.
We had a plan; sign, clean, return to Bathurst early to finish packing and cleaning there only to walk into the new house and discover more problems than I can name and so much mess. Having spent so much of my time trying to make the place we were about to leave spotless and easy for another family to move into, I was completely deflated.
We spent a long day trying to do what we could before heading back. To do more of the same.
The truck arrived some days later and our Bathurst part of the move was over. It wasn’t until we were really, truly, actually leaving that I started to get quite upset and unsure.
But by then it was too late, of course.
So, we’ve now been here a week less than a month and we’re still surrounded by boxes and, while I was all pumped to get organised when we first moved in, I am now have a bit of a ‘meh’ attitude about it;
Yea, that might have something to do with it. While there is a lot about this house that isn’t great, like no actual side fences to keep the dog in (we use bins and a gate James got from his dad’s) and blinds that don’t work meaning the neighbours behind us can see straight in and fly screens which are full of holes, letting flies and leaves and the dog’s hair in ALL the time, not to mention the tiny yard – James and I were finding ways to make this place really work for us. He was even planning Christmas lights!
And now, we’re unsure about how long we’ll be here. I mean, we could never be sure sure but knowing for certain that we can’t be here longer than our current lease is sucky. Also, I’ve been openly saying “I will NEVER move at Christmas again EVER” and it’s now probable we will be doing exactly that this year.
I was so ready for the stress to slip off and so, I’ve decided to take it as it comes and not worry too much (as much as possible for a worry-wart such as myself). There are decisions to be made about what we should do of course but I really don’t want to be wallowing in stress-riddled thoughts.
So, this is where we’re at. Today, I am packing my kids up and taking them down to the beach – it’s literally down the road and we’ve only made it there once as I was so stressed about the ‘inspection’ that we’ve barely left the house. And then, after naps, I have a tea party to attend.