The Big Move

We are now completely out of our old house, still rearranging the new one. As many of the boxes will remain boxed for now, its a matter of finding space to store a bunch of stuff, rather than unpack. There were a LOT of trips like this one from the old to the new:

We moved the bulk of our big furniture this weekend with the help of friends and family. Huge thanks to my father-in-law for bringing his truck and enclosed trailer to fill! Its amazing how much stuff we had even though we live pretty minimally.

While we moved, boys boys took an adventure with Great Aunt Melanie. She took them for the whole afternoon and I heard they talked her ears off. I'm convinced they had a blast and moving would probably not gone as smoothly with the little misters around.

We are currently living in my parents lower level (thanks mom & dad!). We've been trying to help the boys make sense of the situation by calling it the "downstairs house" and Mormor lives in the "upstairs house". Oliver was a little disappointed Mormor didn't have a secret staircase that lead to an underground house we could live in but he's adjusting surprisingly well.

The Little misters and I went over to say our goodbye to the "Ten ninety eight House" (aka our old house) this afternoon. I selfishly wanted to see it one last time and I thought Oliver might want to make sure we didn't forget anything (cause he tends to worry about... well everything).  We walked into the front door of the now empty house and Oliver gasped. They started running through all the rooms and viewing them with wonder at them being so bare of the things that used to live there. They ran the loop around the main floor one last time.

After a quick check and cleaning we walked out with the last of the boxes and a handful of misc toys that had been lost but now found. Two Hotwheel cars, four lego pieces, a block, a tiny squishy car, an acorn, misc 'O', and a penny (not pictured). Thank goodness of last minute cleaning.

I personally am feeling a bit bittersweet about the process. I moved in nine years and two months ago. A LOT has happened in that time. The 1098 house was home to my sister and then cousin before I met my husband. He proposed in that house and we married, moved in together, had a few career changes and a couple of kids. Now I look to the future and am excited for what may come. Goodbye dear first home, may you bring joy to those who come after! You have served us well.