Things are upside down around here. After a decade of living in our current home we are moving. We have a lot of stuff shoved into every corner and closet in this shoebox and sifting through all of it has been very little fun.
There have been a few discoveries as we are cleaning out. Before we started both Mark and I had a short list of things that have been missing for years and years that we hoped we would stumble upon while packing up and so far we have only found one of those things.
It felt like I won though when I did find a Nintendo DS game that I purchased (and misplaced) for Connor in 2008. That is what happens when I start shopping too early for Christmas though. While I was jumping up and down when I found the game tucked between sleeveless shirts in a box of my summer clothes (really Mindy?), I do not think that Connor was all that impressed. What? Thirteen year old boys do not care about Kirby, for Nintendo, games? Oh well, I was happy!
I came across my term paper from my junior year of high school (1991 represent!) and was totally bragging when I showed Mark my perfect score (400/400!) and did a little dance. I brought it up to show Connor because I am pretty sure he thinks that I am an idiot. I also came across a big English project in which the teacher assigned us the task of presenting an entire book, in diary/journal form, as a main character in the book that we chose. Each chapter of the book had to be a journal entry. I chose The Andromeda Strain and I cannot wait to sit down and read through it again soon. That was one of my favorite assignments in all of high school. I have thought about that assignment often and sometimes, in really character heavy books, I imagine telling the story from a single character’s point of view just like we did in 10th grade.
We found lots of old artwork from Connor’s preschool days and there was a hiccup in our reminiscing when Mark found a piece of paper tucked among other papers that was titled, “Words that Connor can say at 19 months old.” It was a list of over 60 words, of which Corrigan can only say two, at 33 months old…”Ball” and “Bye.”
We shook it off though, we are working hard on focusing on what Corrigan can do instead of what he can’t so we didn’t let it get us down but it was a sobering moment.
The trash, oh my goodness, the bags and bags of trash to take to the landfill is embarrassing. Talk about too much consumption. Although it feels really good to purge the old stuff from the basement I was slightly sick with guilt over the things that were used to little and then tossed downstairs because we were bored of them. It was also headache-inducing going through the numerous containers of clothing that I have saved for ten years hoping that I would one day fit back into that size again. These days, I buy very little clothing for myself and 99% of those pieces come from Goodwill but my younger self had no problem spending $30.00 on a t shirt that I only wore a few times.
Packing up the stuff in the living area of the house is slow going. Until we can get into the new house, I have little space for full boxes so things are kind of at a stand-still in that area. We are only moving about 7 miles away, same school district, and closer to my old childhood stomping grounds. It has been fun to imagine where we will place our furniture in the new location and even looking ahead to our first Christmas there but it is bittersweet because this house has been our home for a long time. There are so many memories in this little rancher and my neighbors are just the very best that anyone could ever ask to have living next door. We are so ready for a fresh start, and Lord knows we need the space (each boy will have their own bedroom and Connor actually has his own bathroom!) but I know I will cry when I walk out my front door for the last time.
I am a novice at properly packing for a move though. Do you have any tips on how to pack up so that things arrive in one piece, or how to stay organized during the move? I am open to all suggestions!