I guess one could make just about anywhere feel like “home.” I’ve tried to set up our apartment so that we have with us and around us what we think is important. We’ve made it comfortable for ourselves and I’ve made sure Sweet Girl feels good about her space.
I underestimated the amount of storage space we would need. When we moved from the rental house on Friday, I had one storage container there when I should have had two. Finally yesterday we were able to move the rest of our worldly possessions into storage. I have physically worked too hard and need rest.
Over the 5 days since I’d been there, soooooo much seems to have changed. When things are new and you are doing them for the very first time, it takes more brainpower… finding our new parking space, just figuring out how to get the mail, toting bags up steps and an elevator and down the hall, living amongst big office buildings, finding new routes to drive and lots of traffic to get through, realizing you don’t have any bandaids/stain remover/multivitamins and having to run to the store… again.
Walking back into the rental house (that I thought I didn’t even like that much) brought tears to my eyes. I think it was a reminder of how it feels to be settled somewhere. And I miss that.
And so I’m taking the long view so as not to get lost. We are almost there… almost home again. In the meantime, I need to stop doing so much.
Be sure to take good care of yourself and rest! Moving is such difficult work, so many decisions to make, each one claiming a little more energy