Today we finally finished moving out of the last place we lived. It was a bitter sweet end to a particular chapter in our lives. Finally done and finally free of drama, resentment, bitterness, and worry. We can now relax knowing that our things wont end up in someone's thrift store. When we moved from the house we were renting from my MIL, we had just had little man. He was only a few weeks old, if that. Moving with him was difficult, and we couldn't afford a moving van. We relied on family, their trucks, and their schedules. Now over the next couple of months we got plenty moved. Boxes here and boxes there, we go to mow the lawn as a good family would and get more. Then drama, and so we avoided the place. We also got busy with the baby and no help. Finally, though, we got the little that was left today.
It was great, all the stuff remaining was heavy stuff 2 desks,a curio, and holiday decor. Well, the majority was holiday. It took only two trips but we got the stuff we wanted that was left and it felt good to be done. I feel like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Not just my shoulders but hubby's as well. Before we all left with our final load,he went inside the old house he grew up in and took a video. One last tribute and remembrance of the house his dad built.
When we got home, ah home, we unloaded the boxes of my Christmas collections and I got to work cleaning off my Halloween stuff. I am ready to get started on decorating this house, the one we OWN. Hubby put things away,and the little man slept. We felt good and tired, but it couldn't have been a better day.