Our life in boxes.
Posted on | October 24, 2011 | 8 Comments
Moving a soul-freeing experience. It’s like this ultra deep cleansing of all your belongings that really? Should have been dumped years ago. Like that denim jacket with Hard Rock Cafe embroidered on the back. And that make-up bag with a hole in the bottom that caused you to lose your favorite mascara Freshman year of college. For some strange reason, we have years and years of just…junk that needs to be either dumped, donated, or sold. We spent this last weekend organizing, packing, and filling garbage bag after garbage bag of things we didn’t want anymore. We have tons of things to drop off at Goodwill and even more than just needs to be trashed. We’re doing this move ourselves (I do not recommend this) because the Army was too backed up to move us. Luckily, we don’t argue over what needs to be done, and Taylor is a workhorse so I’ve been able to keep up with all the cleaning and organizing while he does the heavy lifting.
Ten plus garbage bags of junk for the dump. And I swear we’re not hoarders.
It’s amazing how clean life starts to feel when you rid your house of all the mess. I am really feeling this “less is more” attitude. We’re getting rid of almost all our “decorations” because they are all hand-me-downs from family or relics from our years of dorm life, so really, none of it is suitable for us now. I plan on unpacking as little as possible while we’re in Virginia, and saving it all for our big move when we finally PCS to our permanent place when these six months have passed. We have big plans. Lots of money saving in our future. Lots of dreaming of our own place. It’s so close it almost feels tangible…won’t be long now.
The boys have kept us entertained. Sully can tell something is going on, but he’s pretty much ignoring the moving process. He doesn’t seem bothered or irritated by all our packing. As long as we let him watch “Mimi Mouse” and occassionally love on his brother, he’s a happy camper.
Arlo is his usual mellow, kind, happy baby self. He has found his hands and is currently obsessed.
So here we go again onto another chapter of our lives. I will certainly miss this place…
It has been good to us. But I’m ready to move on now. I’m getting itchy staring at these bare walls, and I’m just too excited about what is yet to come for our little family.
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October 24th, 2011 @ 10:18 am
We’d like to buy our first home sometime next spring. I’ve been slowly going through things and getting rid of stuff. I love it! It’s such a great feeling! I’m definitely a minimalist at heart. ; ) Military life has trained me well!
October 24th, 2011 @ 10:23 am
Oh wow, I can’t even begin to imagine having to move ourselves…and we don’t even have children! We were in Virginia about two years ago (wow, time moves fast…it feels like yesterday!) and really enjoyed living there. It’s a very pretty state!
October 24th, 2011 @ 10:58 am
I know this. So bad. We finally moved into our own place 18 months ago! Today, actually! Woohoo! If you are moving into your place in 6 months, be very happy, your kids will never remember all the bouncing around, which is awesome! I tried showing Keeley (by pure accident) the house we lived in for a few weeks right before we moved here (long story) and she looked at me SO blankly. I almost cried — tears of happiness! We have our own place with no cranky neighbors or bit… landlords! Woohoo! So happy for your family with this in the windshield coming soon!
ps Don’t stop dumping stuff when you move. We donated to a rummage giveaway (like a sale, but not).. it was AWESOME! It was so freeing. I even dumped baby socks that Brennan COULD wear, but don’t stay on my baby’s feet, just because… well, they don’t. but they will be someone else’s ‘gimme’– and keep their feet warm for minutes at a time before putting them back on.. lol. also a ‘grandpa is a hunk’ tshirt that Matt’s mom got for us in a size 4 when Keeley was about 6 months old. It was like.. what? since they don’t talk to us anymore, and I wouldn’t ever put her in it.. umm, bye! brand new shirt for someone else! VERY freeing!
October 24th, 2011 @ 11:38 am
I’m so excited for your move! As a military wife also, I know how much easier life can be to just let all of that stuff go with each move you make. Even when we don’t have a move scheduled, I round up stuff for Goodwill about every three months. It just feels so good!
October 24th, 2011 @ 11:42 am
I know that moving feeling. I got rid of so much stuff that was in our storage shed outside (in Germany) and I had to make 3 trips to the recycling center of just junk. Good thing Zack was gone so he couldn’t argue with me on what to keep.
October 24th, 2011 @ 1:14 pm
Wait and see how much you get rid of once you PCS and finally settle in! Especially stuff that you didn’t use for 6 months. Purging is definitely the best part of moving!
October 24th, 2011 @ 1:53 pm
I could cry looking at my sweet boys! I’m excited, nervous, and happy for all of you!
October 26th, 2011 @ 10:40 pm
We bought our house and renovated it hard core. My goodness it was a ton of work. But, I like that it’s so much more “us”. I probably wouldn’t do it again, but I don’t regret it. And, we got an amazing deal and should make money when we sell. I do love the yellow door!