September had us closing on our house and moving. Moving was stressful and I cannot, in good conscious recommend it to anyone who hasn't done so in 12 years and added a couple of kids to the mix during that time. Initially Heath and I were like, "We'll just rent a Uhaul and do it all ourselves!" We quickly realized that was a terrible idea and hired movers instead. Good thing we did because Heath was struck with terrible allergies and with the car accident and car hunting things got throw off as far as packing goes. It seemed like all of the sudden, shit! It was time to move and we weren't even close to being ready. I worked the day the movers came but as soon as I got off work I was throwing crap into boxes left and right. It took two days to get us all moved and by "all moved" I mean that there is still stuff sitting in the garage at the old place. Ugh.
We are settling into the new place pretty well. The stuff that in not unpacked is only not unpacked because we lack some of the storage space that our old house had. There are no linen closet, built-in book cases, or attic storage here at the new house so we have a lot of blankets, towels, books, etc. just kind of hanging out waiting for a place to go. We also went from a two car garage and a shed to a one car garage. As you can imagine the garage is filled to the brim. Our donation pile grows ever larger.
The kids are enjoying the fenced in backyard. We even hauled over the huge play set from the old house. That went a lot more smoothly than I thought it would thanks to Heath's dad and several friends. We'd had an offer from someone to buy it and initially I was all for it but now that we have it here I am so glad that we kept it.
