This is a follow-up post to The Five Stages of Moving.
Nothing ever goes the way you think that it will. You plan, make a schedule, and then life happens. But that's okay.
It seems a lifetime ago that we drove the U-Haul truck up these mountains and up to our rented townhouse, though it was not even three months ago. (!) We planned on renting for a year. This would give us plenty of time to get moved in and settled, get to know the area, and start looking at houses for sale. We would take our time. That was the plan.
I unpacked and set up house and home, except for the things that needed to be put in storage. We have no garage, a small kitchen, and small closets. We knew going into it that we would be downsizing to fit into this space, especially since John would need to set up a home office for himself. No craft/sewing room here. A linen closet in the hallway would do for craft supplies. With so few cabinets in the kitchen, our IKEA bookcase in the living room would become the pantry. (Yes, our food sits on shelves in the living room. No, we don't normally keep our home looking like The General Store.) The bicyles would have a home parked at the front door on the entry tile. Not having the closet space, the kids would need to allow their toys and books to live in and out of cardboard boxes for a time. I was joking with a friend back in Texas that in a lot of ways it feels like we've been on vacation all summer. Yep, this is our little vacation condo!
I tried to figure out storage solutions for boxes filled with homeschool curriculum, office supplies, more craft materials, not to mention cool-weather clothes that we didn't need yet. (Most of those boxes have still not been unpacked.) I was in the middle of trying to figure all that out, as well as still enjoy the summer fun and activities around when life happened. Well, actually a house happened.
Do you know what I'm doing this week? I'm packing boxes.