My sister-in-law emailed me yesterday to say hello and casually mentioned that she'd like to see pictures of the house. It's weird. Every other time we've moved, I've had the house set up and everything it's place within a week or two. I've been excited to share pictures and show everyone where we live. This time everything's taking longer. Longer because I spend most of the day baby wrangling. It's impossible to sort books or run things up the stairs or do cleaning with toxic cleaners with a little guy following, grabbing, pulling. Longer because running errands for towels or trash cans or groceries seems to take all day. Things are spread out, even in a medium-sized town, and I don't know how to get anywhere and have to drop Wes off and pick him up from work if we want the car. And something in me just isn't motivated. The first day we got our goods, Wes took his parents and the baby out to look around Nashville. In the few hours they were gone, I had the entire kitchen unpacked and put away. And then I've just stalled. I get more done when Wes is home, but that's not that much. Part of it is that we're having some work done -- painting, a cabinet to store the television. We need to buy some things that we're not ready to buy yet -- another couch, hopefully a rug or two. So I don't want to take pictures until things are "done," but it seems like it's going to be a month or more before things are even kind of done. Right now it doesn't feel like my home. If I want to get something done, I still have to figure out where the things are to do it.
I still love the house. The backyard is great, but the grass is (thanks to the wonderful rain we've been getting -- no complaints there) always long because we never have time to mow and the mosquitoes make it hard to sit outside for very long. I'm ready to feel at home in my home. I want to start the school year with things more or less in tact so I can switch from moving in to maintaining. Maybe it's that I've never had this much house to take care of before, or this much house with a baby, or this much dark cherry floor with a dog that sheds all over it so that I have to vacuum twice a day lest the baby get lost in dog hair.
I know -- I hope -- it will come together. In the next few weeks the television will get mounted and the painting will get done, which also means I'll be readier to put up pictures in those rooms. I have school as a deadline -- perhaps that will give me some motivation. I've moved enough times to know it doesn't always happen right away. I like Nashville. I do. I just want to be home.
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Every other house you lived in, you knew a time line for moving out. Now you are in a house where that move out date is very fuzzy and distant, so the urgency to get settled is not so intense. And pictures are always the last thing to go up, so give yourself a break. You need a holiday or two in the new abode to make it feel like home. You'll be surprise how you will feel about the residence come the first of the year.
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