This post is brought to you by a relentless bout of nesting. I use the word relentless quite literally–I have felt like I’m losing my mind, and acting like it too. If you think I’m exaggerating, well, let me tell you a story.
gallimaufry (october 2018)
the new (old) house, part two
Last week I shared some pictures of the outside of the new house and property surrounding. Today I’m sharing the inside of the house. It’s kind of hard to do because it’s currently packed with two households’ worth of stuff, but that makes for better before pictures, right? Right?
I mentioned before that the house is about 1350 sq. ft. Right now one whole front room is taken up with boxes and things, so we’re living in what’s more like, oh, 1000 sq ft? 1100? Plus there’s one bedroom we don’t really use so it’s more like 900 sq ft., I guess. I am being completely frank when I say I am loving it. We won’t be able to unpack until my parents can move out, which will probably be mid-summer. I am looking forward to forgetting what’s in all those boxes so I can learn to live without most of it and then get rid of it when I am able to unpack. Right now I’m just enjoying having half the space to take care of, even if it is a little crowded!
The outside, in case you forgot:
starting over
I woke up this morning with a weight on my chest. I fed Elvie and changed her, then spent the last few moments before the boys got up sitting on the bed and brooding.
I was thinking about our move, about the new house, about all the idealistic plans that have been cooked up for it, pinned for it, sketched for it.
And you know, I was more apprehensive than excited about the looming renovation.
Don’t get me wrong! I cannot WAIT to get up there. I’m so excited to finally make the move. I started purging my stuff yesterday in preparation for packing and seriously downsizing, and I spent a lot of today wondering if I could hire someone to do that for me so I could just go ahead and move up there and call it a day.
But those house plans…those lofty house plans…they are getting to me.
I’ve decided I have PRSD.