Moving Sucks

I am so glad to say we are finally moved and settled.

I officially hate moving! Usually cleaning out and organizing things are my favorite things to do, but after just doing it 5 months ago, I really did not want to this time.

You would think with the 2 weeks of snow we had in February, I would have packed and been ready to move March 1st.

Ha.

That did not happen. I fully enjoyed being lazy while the snow was here...maybe a little too much.

We signed our lease March 9th, but they gave us our keys and let us start bringing stuff over the Friday before (March 6th). Stephen and I spent every afternoon the next week packing and bringing all of the non-essentials over.

Then, I was crazy and went to New York for the weekend. My husband is the best and recruited help to get the big stuff moved while I was out of town.

Our first official night in the apartment was March 15th. I came home from New York sick, but still was able to help get a lot of everything else moved that Monday and Tuesday (March 16th and 17th). I mustered up enough energy to get the necessary things functioning (bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen).

We lived with chaos everywhere else until this week. I have had zero motivation to do any unpacking or get things settled.

Last Saturday (March 28th), mom helped me clean the house while Stephen cleaned the gutters and yard one last time. Mom and I brought the final load of random stuff we still had at the house to the apartment. We left the keys on the counter and were "officially" out that day. (I had to drop one more thing off on Monday before the owners returned to town)

Then, this week since I've been on spring break, I have begrudgingly gotten everything settled. I still really didn't want to, but when Stephen woke up Monday and fell because he tripped over so much stuff in the floor, I knew it was time to get my butt in gear.

(Best wife moment...I may or may not have laughed ALL day Monday every time I thought about waking up to Stephen falling on the floor!) 

I would show you pictures, but it looks exactly the same. See pictures here if you're interested. ;)

In all the spare time I've had lately, one of my procrastination choices was to list all of the moves I've made in the past 10 years. Maybe this will help you understand my new found hatred of moving!

August 2005 I moved to Elon for my freshman year.
May 2006 I moved home from Elon.
July 2006 I moved to my first apartment in Boone (Mountaineer Village) where I lived for the next three school years.
(I moved home "partially" for each summer May 2007, 2008, 2009)
July 2009 I moved to a new apartment in Boone where I lived for the year I was in grad school.
July 2010 I moved home.
June 2011 after completing my first year of teaching, I moved classrooms.
August 2011 Stephen and I moved into our first home (E6-Croasdaile Crossings Townhouse).
April 2012 we moved down the street to our second home (C11-Croasdaile Apartments).
August 2014 after my fourth year of teaching, I moved classrooms again (4 years of accumulated stuff is much harder to moved than just one year).
October 2014 Stephen and I moved into the Jackson's house (Libscomb Drive).
March 2015 Stephen and I moved back to apartment life...
...just to recap...that's 9 moves, 2 classroom moves, and 3 partial moves in 10 years...

Dear Jesus, I would be okay not moving for a long time.

I related well with the Israelites when I was reading through Numbers and read Numbers 9:23
"At the command of the Lord they camped, and at the command of the Lord they set out. They kept the charge of the Lord, at the command of the Lord by Moses."