moving day

well moving day has come and gone but i still wanted to take a look back at the whole experience.

i have never felt so overwhelmed with a task than i did with packing up my house and if it wasn't for my dear friend nicole, i'm not sure if it ever would've happened. she dedicated every afternoon for over a week to come and help me. i'm not sure if it was the actual packing or the company that helped motivate me more, but either way she certainly saved me from giving up or losing my mind. not only that, but weeks later as i unpacked the many boxes that she helped with, not one casualty occurred, all the fragile items were carefully wrapped and everything was so easy to find. i was slightly embarrassed at the amount of boxes that had her handwriting on it, versus the few with my handwriting. i just don't know what i would've done with out her.

{about 1/16 of our house in boxes.}

of course nicole wasn't the only one doing the packing. bryce, the girls and even my visiting cousin got in on the action. i was surprised at how much fun ava and emaline had packing up their toys, books and other belongings. but the most fun was had during the unpacking session days later. it was like christmas all over ripping the tape off the boxes and seeing what was inside... i had no idea how exciting unpacking could be.

perhaps the reason why i felt so overwhelmed was because of the amount of stuff we had accumulated over the seven years that we had lived in our home. seriously, there's nothing like a move to force you to purge and cleanse your home and life. and believe you me, i am taking it completely seriously and throwing things out left and right and getting my organizing on.

seven years we lived there. the time went by so fast, i couldn't believe how long it had been. anyone who really knows me, knows that i don't handle change very well. the last few nights in our old house were very melancholy for me. i couldn't help but reflect on all of the memories we shared in that home. i avoided really thinking about them for fear of an embarrassing emotional breakdown. what can i say, i'm extremely sentimental and loved the time spent in our home. thankfully, my girls handle change much better than i. moving was nothing but exciting to the two of them. they were such great examples to me. they helped me hold it together and remember that we were always a family no matter where we lived. we were what made our house a home and this new place would soon feel like home, too. that, and that a random pirate patch always makes things better.

aarr, matey's!