Most of us would likely agree that moving from one house to another is not exactly a breeze. For my family, it’s a slow and steady process that while productive, is not always executed in the most organized fashion.
I never realized all of the “stuff” we own until my family — husband Shane, 23-month old son Zachary and I — recently made the big move into a new house.
Attempting to pack our belongings, we discovered treasures squeezed into what seemed like every nook and cranny in the kitchen, bathrooms and bedrooms. Each closet, cupboard and drawer held knickknacks, many of which we had forgotten we even owned.
Our last change of homes was when I was eight months’ pregnant. Not the best timing, so Shane ended up doing most of the packing. My well-meaning husband piled items into boxes, but didn’t tape or label them. And when a box still had room in it, he filled it with items from other areas of the house. Once we moved, after we got the essentials out of those boxes, most remained piled high in the garage.
Apparently we could live without most of the contents for a while because those boxes stayed right where they were set from day one. A few weeks before our recent move, we went through one box at a time, condensing them as well as making piles of things to donate.
This time around, I was determined to make sure no opened, unlabeled box made its way into the garage at our new house. Each would be neatly organized and labeled to make for easy storing or unpacking. What was I thinking?
Shane and a couple of our extended family members loaded the furniture and any boxes that would fit into a moving truck on moving day. Many boxes were left behind, along with things in rooms, closets and cupboards that had yet to be packed. Thank goodness we didn’t have to officially be moved out for another few weeks.
Temporarily living out of two houses requires a lot of thinking ahead. That’s something I didn’t always do during our transition.
A few days after we started living in our new house, I decided to make a home-cooked meal. Upon preparing to trim fat from chicken, I chuckled as I realized it would be difficult to complete this task when our knife set had yet to be transferred to our new kitchen.
I put the chicken in the oven anyway and asked Shane to stop by our former house to pick up the knives and some other things on his way from work.
Waiting for Shane to arrive, I attempted to take the chicken out of the oven. Sifting through a few drawers, I discovered another item left behind — oven mitts! A second call to Shane, and we were set for the evening.
After this somewhat chaotic episode, we decided to pack all the kitchen items ASAP. We went to get the rest of the dishes, cups and pots and pans. Silly me to think our kitchen would fit in the back of our SUV. With it packed full of boxes, we drove off with the kitchen in our former house still not empty. You never realize how much you accumulate until you move.
Over the last several weeks, family members have helped us make countless trips back and forth, filling vehicles to the brim in an effort to get everything moved out of our old house. We even started practicing Shane’s previous method of moving — putting one thing after another into boxes, not labeling or taping them and hauling them over to sift through once we’ve settled in to our current digs. It’s a good thing we live only five minutes from our previous place.
We’ve now finished moving. We have boxes here and there inside the house and the garage, but we’re confident that this time around, we’ll organize in a much more timely fashion. A friend told me it took about a year for her to fully move in. I hope to beat that time frame … we shall see.
If a move is in your near future, take a deep breath and try to enjoy the ride. Slowly but surely, all will get settled and fall into place.