The Move
I don’t have any cool pictures to post. There really isn’t anything glamorous about moving. This is especially true when you have tons and tons of stuff that you just can’t bring yourself to get rid of. Rob and I are not hoarders by any sense of the word, but we have our share of what others might consider “junk”. Old relics that should have found themselves in the dollar section of Goodwill, but are priceless in our hearts. Both of us inherited our late parents’ stuff. My family left me in charge of anything valuable my mom left us because I’m the only one that would take that responsibility seriously. My MIL sent us boxes and boxes of things because she is a generous soul and she knows that Rob would appreciate these objects that produce so many nostalgic memories.
We are fortunate to have a small army of friends to help us move. Rob hired movers the last time he moved and it was certainly the last time we will be doing that because they destroyed our coffee table, didn’t compensate for it (we filed a complaint and never heard back from them), and charged us a lot more than they estimated. Our friends were gentler to our things and  lugged all of our junk for us for the measly exchange of a lunch and for those who stayed later, dinner and wine.
When they said that the start-up costs of a house isn’t just the downpayment, monthly payments, and utilities, they weren’t kidding around! We now have to think about yard stuff- lawn-mowing, landscaping, gardening, etc. We also have hardwood floors that require felt padding for our furniture and also rugs to dampen the echoing rooms and for softer areas to step on. The owner didn’t have a dishwasher, so we had to order our own. And there are a million other little things that aren’t really a big deal but would be nice to improve on (the nasty fruity wallpaper in the dining room must go!). So here I am, half-way through the week and only half unpacked 
. I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more settled by the end of the weekend. Here’s to hoping!
-Sophia
