move it move it
Tuesday, August 21, 2012 at 9:01AM Moving with a very young infant and a two year old is not something I'd advise doing unless your other option is homelessness. I mean, maybe you're super organized or have few personal possessions or are able to hire movers, in which case I guess we have nothing in common. In fact, as I was filling up one of the nineteen million boxes of books we moved it dawned on me that hiring movers is a real thing that some people do and I fantasized about going out for a pedicure and coming home to a van full of uniformly-sized boxes packed sensibly. Our reality, however, was stealing boxes from Mojo Music's dumpster under the cover of night and hoping they held up, despite the unique challenge of squeezing one's belongings into something that once obviously and efficiently held a ukulele and was ripped into with the abandon of someone excited to place that ukulele on the shelf of his music shop/get off work in a timely fashion.
People have asked about the transition to the new house, and how George is taking it, and I let them in on a secret I uncovered in the process: make your child really, really miserable in the old house. Pile boxes everywhere. In front of his toys. Actually, go ahead and pack up his toys first, like the excellent planner that you are. It helps if the weather is uncharacteristically awful, precluding outside play. Then, be too busy packing to hang out with him because you have, like, two weeks until you have to be out of the old house and also it's the end of the school year so your partner is at work 14 hours a day.
But, we made it. To a bigger house, with a bigger yard. And the summer unfurled in front of us, full of hangouts and road trips and family visits and eating at an honest-to-god dining room table that faces our garden of overgrown irises, roses, wild blackberries and the weirdest pear tree you ever saw.
There's space to play, and eat like real people, and grow things, and live. Room to spread out, and corners to find each other in. Places to put company and, unbelievably, most of our stuff.
We're already pretty happy here, but I think it's going to get even better. It's a nice feeling to pull up to your own house and admire it before you walk up the steps.
Reader Comments (1)
Glad you're back. The new place looks great!