I don’t like moving. Not a bit. It’s not the unpacking and finding a new home for everything. I actually enjoy that because it’s like a fresh start. I HATE packing. I hate taking apart the house I’ve worked so hard to make into a home.
We’ve taken five or six carloads to the new house, and our old place is feeling particularly empty. We started with the non essentials. We figured since we weren’t living there just yet we shouldn’t take the stuff we use often. That will change on Wednesday. Our home teacher and his wife will come by with a truck in the evening and that’s when we’ll move all the big stuff like the bed, dresser, couch, and larger bookcase(s). So that will be the first time we stay the night in our new place. I’m sure we’ll still have some carloads to take over, but there’s so much there already it’s definitely starting to feel like home. Last night I practically gutted the kitchen so we’re surviving on cereal and sandwiches until we’re into the new place.
You know another thing I’m not fond of that goes along with moving? Changing my address everywhere. I’ve made about five phone calls this morning to adjust things and then did a few online. There’s still more to do… but I realized the information I need is already over at the new place, so I’ll grab that on our next trip. It’s just such a pain.
Hopefully we’ll stay at the new place for the rest of our time in Provo. We thought we would do that for our current place but the problems we had with the landlord and management became too much. Our new landlord seems like a much more attentive person. She’s super nice and really helpful, and our neighbors seem pretty awesome too. All around, our new place looks like a good fit.
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