As you know, our house sold fairly quickly and we just didn't have time to find that "perfect" house for us. We closed on our house yesterday, and without a new house to move into, we had to get all of our stuff out and the house cleaned and ready for the new owners.
If only, it was this easy to move out of a house!!
Instead, we got a budget truck last Saturday, and from 7AM Saturday to 10PM Sunday, my husband and I managed to move almost everything out of our house into our 2bdrm. apartment (which has 2 flights of stairs by the way!!) AND into...
our lovely storage unit where we had to load things onto carts, go into an elevator, go up 3 flights, then cart the stuff to our unit! UGH!! It took so long! We stacked things as high as we could and packed it FULL, but it was still not enough space. It is simply amazing what you accumulate after living in a house for 8 years!!
So, where did the rest of the stuff go?? In the garage in our apartment! It is packed full, with just a little walkway done the middle!!
It was A LOT of work and we are still amazed at what we were able to get done in 1 weekend.
Then, this past week we had to get all the "little" stuff out of the house, which meant loading up the car, driving to the apt, unloading, walking up/down stairs, then driving back to the house to get more stuff. OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!
Once everything was out, it was time to clean and do paint touch-ups throughout the house. I WISH I was as happy as the lady in that picture, but really I was an emotional mess! With every room that I emptied and cleaned, I would have a little breakdown and shed a few tears. Seeing empty rooms just made me really sad thinking about all of the memories we had over the years.
But, I kept on going because it needed to be done. And, when I was done, the house looked absolutely BEAUTIFUL. I was proud of all the hard work we put in and knew the new owners would appreciate it too.
Thursday night, the last night we officially owned the house, we had our final goodbye. We decided to do a "picnic" dinner on the dining room floor.
Then, we walked out to the "Magical fairy tree," the tree where my boys LOVED to dig and dig for hours! They filled a treasure box with some of their toys, and we decided to bury it under the tree.
Our hope is that some day, there will be other little boys and girls digging under that tree that will find the treasure box. Imagine how excited they will be when they dig it up!!
The entire process has been so emotional for me. That was our first house. We raised our boys there and have had so many special memories there. It was very hard to say goodbye. But, I know that we will find the perfect house for us (hopefully sooner rather than later!). We are on this new adventure, and although it is going to be a little stressful, it will be all worth it in the end!