A month ago we accepted an offer on our house. A closing date of April 27 was agreed upon. A full six weeks. Plenty of time to get ready for the move.
Then there was that short week in San Antonio that moved us to five weeks. No worries.
A week home followed by another week in Georgia. No problem.
Well, now we are at a little less than two weeks until closing and I’m running into a few problems and maybe doing a little bit of worrying. ;)
Last week Mike made lots of progress in the garage—giving away a lot of things, filling up a “dumpster tarp”, and throwing away a few things in our trash. If you came into the house last week, you’d probably wonder why the house still looks like it has all winter. Pictures are still on the wall, full storage crates still line our basement shelves, and we’re still eating off the china.
I was starting to fret—a good share of our things have been marked for specific people, but I was not feeling like we were making any progress. Upon Mike’s suggestion, I started making lists for each room in the house. I wrote down every item in the room and identified which things had been spoken for (I jotted the name next to the item) and which things were still needing to find a new home. Then I posted the list near each rooms doorway. This helped my mental state immensely.
Next, I continued working through the storage crates in the basement. I enlisted the kids’ help with this one. We’ve discovered that some crates contain items that are easy to put in a “free for the taking” pile, while other things are very emotionally charged.
I had 5 boxes labeled “Memories.” I started pulling those off the shelf at the start of this weekend and found that I was unable to think clearly about the contents. The first crate contained my Mrs. Beasly doll and some of my baby clothes, as well as a hand-made baby quilt that was monogrammed for my son. The lid was returned and I moved onto something a bit easier.
Today I had Mike pull down the remaining crates and lined them up on my workbench. I have to know what’s in these crates and figure out what can go and what I just can’t part with. It’s been an interesting day. I’ve looked through my baby books and a couple of photo albums with my daughter. I read aloud the “notes” that I had saved from elementary school: “Jimmy, do you like me? Write “yes” on the line if you do and “no” on the line if you don’t.” After browsing through jr high and high school photo albums and yearbooks, I packed them in a smaller box that will go to my highschool buddy to enjoy.
I plan to take a look in the open boxes a bit each day this week until I’ve gone through every item, shared some with my kids (when appropriate), and decided what to do with the contents.
The upcoming week is going to be busy with people coming with empty vehicles and trailers and leaving with full ones. We will be moving our things into our “new” home and preparing for Saturday’s Share Your Dream Party. I’m guessing we’ll all have to work through a time of “grieving” (this is the only house my kids’ have ever lived in)—which could potentially hit this week.
Although the next several days will be stressful, I’m looking forward to the next leg of our family’s adventure. And that makes it all worth it.