I Hate Moving

We just bought a house and we’ll be moving in on July 30^th (so if any of you are available to help move that day…). It’s a nice house; four bedrooms – the 13-year old is ecstatic about getting his own room – so we can spread out a bit, a two car garage which will soon be stuffed full of anything but vehicles, great schools, decent neighborhood (even though we back up to condos), a fenced-in back yard…it’s not fancy, but it’s just what we need.

But that brings me back to the moving thing. We’ve already got two rooms disassembled and a heap of boxes in the garage, but it feels like we’ve barely scratched the surface of what needs to be done. I don’t think there are enough boxes in this city to fit all the crap the seven of us have accumulated.

On the plus side, we won’t have to move as much furniture as before; we held a yard sale of sorts and sold some of our beech-wood stuff because the wife decided it wouldn’t match the wood in the new house. We made a little over $200 – but now we don’t have a table to eat on.

Before we can move any of our crap, we need to do the one thing I hate more than moving – painting. The former owners, who apparently watched too much Trading Spaces, chose a dark brown for the kitchen and a deep burgundy for the master bedroom. There is wallpaper in the dining room. The design is kind of cool, but it’s definitely not us; besides which, they appear to have run out of wallpaper and finished the next section with a different pattern that really doesn’t match.

The worst part of the new house is that the boys will have to switch schools. The 13-year old has already been in 6 different school systems. The 10-year old hasn’t been moved quite that much, but it’s still hard. The six year old just finished Kindergarten and was traumatized at the news that we were moving.

“Me and my friends said we’d be together forever,” he said as tears streamed down his face. ‘Now we can’t.”

It was inevitable that such a pact would be broken eventually; it’s just too bad it had to be so soon. And unfortunate that it had to be us.