Standing Still, Moving On

The past month has been a whirlwind, and the next two promise to be the same. 

We’re a month into our “building-a-house-pare-way-back” budget.  Getting used to it, but many adjustments.  My anxiety is going down a bit, but I dream something about the new house every single night.  And the house?  Is going up fast enough to make your head spin.  We’ve got a basement and the house is fully framed now.  By the end of next week, we should have a full shell of a house, ready for interior finish work.  Sheesh.

And on the current homefront, hubby insists on doing some final projects before we put our house up for sale, but geesh, the work is going slowly all the way around, various areas a kind of torn up, and I am seemingly never going to be able to purge all the crap we have sitting around this house.  We’ve been here 17 years.  Ugh.  The whole thing seems insurmountable and overwhelms me.  I just filled about 8 boxes from our “junk room” and put them in the kitchen to haul away to storage, and the junk room still so completely qualifies as the junk room.  Barely a dent.

There are so many mixed feelings surrounding this move.  First, financial–enough said.  Second, this is the house where we brought our baby home and have raised him his first five years.  The next house is the one where he’ll likely learn to ride a bike, make friends he’ll go to school and sports teams with, have sleepovers, and eventually high school parties.   So much to look forward to in the new house.  But still…his babyhood is here.  He cooed in his crib, took his first bath, his first steps and first words in this house.  I wonder how much he’ll remember about living here as time passes.

And this year brings other transitions at the same time.  Woob is going to Kindergarten in the fall.  He’ll be leaving the safety and love of the daycare/preschool where he’s gone since he was two.  None of the little friends he’s had for those years will be moving on to the school where he will go.  Life for him will be a series of changes, adventures, and possible insecurities for the next few months.  I think I’d rather just snap my fingers and be six months down the road already.

So that’s my story today…what’s going on with you?



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3 responses to “Standing Still, Moving On

  1. Ah changes, aren’t they fun??? I feel ya, even though we are not going anywhere right now. At the rate we’re going ,we’ll just raise our two kids in our mini-house and move out when they do. Ugh. Although we just did a major purge last year, I’ve been dutifully gathering junk to get rid of as a 40 bags in 40 days project, and I’ve not been lacking for stuff. How things accumulate is crazy!!

    As for next school year– Ms MaM is going to FIRST GRADE. It kind of gives me a heart attack.

  2. younevergetoverit2

    Oh geez…Since you asked….
    We’re in the process of getting ready to move to New Orleans to live with my fiance and his son! We WERE going to try to drag out this 800 mile long distance crap for another year (so that I wouldn’t have to move MissA in the middle of the school year), but I am miserable here; I can’t wait to start somewhere new with the man I love! 🙂
    So, I’m looking for schools, a new St*rbuck$ to transfer to, and a gentle way to tell my mom (who lost her father on Saturday) that I’m moving her only grandchild–that she helped raise–800 miles away. And I only really have 3 months to do all of this!
    Fun stuff, right?
    I think of you often. I’ll think of you more now as I get rid of all my junk, too. “It’s gotta all fit in a u-haul” is my new mantra. We can work on de-junking together. 😉

  3. Lauren

    Hey, sorry, that last comment was me. I started adoption blogging again (kind of) so I was logged in under that name instead.

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