I've been crazy busy packing, moving out, moving in, and unpacking (and traveling to Dallas once a week too). Besides the usual stress that comes along with moving, it's been extra hard for me leaving our house. Yes, we chose to make the move, but as things got towards the end, I was having a hard time walking away from our first house, where there were so many memories. So this past week has been rather tearful through the closing and turning over possession of our home. This post totally resonates with me.
I think it would have been easier if we were moving to our new home rather than a temporary apartment, which is the size of one of our floors of our old house. Here's what I mean . . .
Our master closet before:
(What you don't see are 3 more wardrobe boxes in the living room.)
Our living and dining room before:
(There are those 3 wardrobe boxes. And please note the glass of wine by the laundry bins. Trust me -- wine makes unpacking easier.)
I definitely know the move will be worth it in the end, it's just hard to remember that as you are walking down your beautiful staircase one last time. We are keeping our fingers crossed that something great comes on the market soon. The inventory has been pretty low recently and there isn't anything out there we are loving.
Pending work cooperates, I hope to be back more frequently now that the hard part with the move is over. There's so much I want to blog about! And I definitely miss catching up with you guys!