I must say that it feels quite good to be on the other side of this move. While I like my “things”, I found myself suddenly thinking that owning them was over-rated. If we were the type of people to stay in one place, say for more than 3 years, maybe I would think differently. But when you watch 4 strong grown men shove 2 HUGE armoires through a small opening, or when you empty the contents of a 2 car garage into a one car garage, only to realize that half of it won’t fit unless you unpack the garage and start all over, all the “things” become just that. Rad and I made a pack that because this house that we have moved into is significantly smaller, we WILL purge the things that we don’t need. It has already begun and I am really proud of our progress.
So how did the move go you ask? The night before we moved, our neighbors threw us a going away party and invited our block. It was SO much fun to be together as neighbors. We felt quite honored. After mingling and hugs, Rad and I were headed to the new house to clean it a bit and get some things done. Our sweet neighbors, the Colemans, begged us to take our kids for the night. And by night that included bathing them, feeding them and putting them down to sleep at their house. Let’s just say that was the icing on the cake for Gress. He loves those 5 kids and they love him and Mcree. Rad and I got home late and it felt really weird to be home with no kids. And, we found out there was a random shooting one block over. Nothing like going out with a bang. (Brought back deja vu memories from our Hosea Williams House Atlanta days).
Rad and I originally thought we could move a lot of stuff ourselves. Thankfully our stubbornness didn’t win because it basically took a village to move us. Rad was planning on going to pick up some latin workers that morning of our move. He trial ran it the day before to make sure where he was going to get them was legit. He showed up the day before at 6:45am and there were only 2 guys. He was pretty worried and in prayer most of the 40 minute drive back home that God would provide for that situation. Then 2 hours later a cleaning lady showed up at our house that was hired by the new owners to give an estimate of how much it would be to clean(another HUGE blessing that I wouldn’t have to clean that house one bit). She was the most pleasant (Latin) woman and loved on our kids. We found out she was a Christian which was a bonus and we asked her if she knew of anyone that could help us move. She said her husband and 2 sons would be at our house at 8:00am in the morning. WOW. Answered prayer for sure. It took 3 guys, plus Rad plus we had various other guys throughout the day, and one babysitter to get us moved. 9 hours later almost everything was in the new house, except for the garage contents that would have to be repacked the next day. There was still miscellaneous items and the fridge contents and some more garage items at the old house that were left but all in all we got the majority of it moved Friday. And on Saturday the farmer and Rad got the rest of the old house packed and unpacked and into our house. I also had so many women throughout the last few days helping me unpack, move furniture, organize my closets and dressers, decorate, iron bedding, set up my guest room for my long time friend Nicole who arrives tonight, and clean. THANK YOU Eny, Abbie, Melissa, Kasie, Amanda, Katherine, Ellie, Rachel, Steve, Andy, Cory and Randall. Thank you Melissa for feeding us homemade soup, amazing cookies, and homemade fresh picked blackberry pie. For those of you that know I don’t like pie, well I do now! It only took me 30+ years.
It wasn’t easy, and as I sit here now in a 90% unpacked and decorated house, I am quite exhausted. It was an experience for sure. I now know where Mcree’s secret paci stashes are, I hope to never see my 1 year old sucking on my razor ever again (yes the one I shave with), or have him squirt the bleach bottle all over himself multiple times, or hear your husband say, “we have our first casualty” only to realize he is talking about your kid’s prized fish and then hearing him confess to Gress that it was his fault they were dead. There were moments of chaos, even with a numbered excel spreadsheet of the entire contents of each box we owned. You just can’t plan for craziness.
Do I feel at home? Yes I do. I like this house more than I thought I would. It is my no means perfect, or new, but it is comfortable and the most important things I have (Rad, Gress and Mcree) are here with me.
Gress has had several friends come to entertain him (which is perfect) and Mcree loves his playroom and even found the dress up bin and an old garbage can and proceeded to wear it on his head, stare in the mirror and laugh. We are all feeling quite at home. Thanks for being with us on the journey. Hoping to not do it again in 6 months but you never know.