The Great Moving Debacle

living room moving Believe it or not, this picture is not a screenshot from the show Hoarders. I really wish I could say that it was, but I must admit that this has been the sorry state of the Room Formally Known as the Living Room for the past two weeks. I have a life-long habit of waiting until the last possible, yet still manageable minute to do much of anything, so you would think that when I was made aware of the date in which my partner and I would be moving that I would put off packing up all of our belongings until that date was right around the corner. Normally this would have been the case. In fact, that was supposed to be the case.

We started to look for possible new places to live a few months ago. This had become a routine of sorts for us throughout the past couple of years. When yet another thing in our two-bedroom apartment would break or the rapid deterioration of our apartment building would become even more apparent, we would go on the hunt for other, affordable rentals out there. Turns out that around these parts, or any part within 100 miles of us in any direction, the words affordable and rental are oxymorons. We would get frustrated, stop looking, and reside ourselves to living unhappily in a place that has been steadily falling apart around us. Rinse, wash, repeat. We were destined to fall into that same cycle again, but after some number-crunching, my partner brought up the option–and the realistic possibility–of purchasing.

I have never given the idea of purchasing a home too much thought. It has always been something nice to think about that could possibly happen at some point in the future, maybe. That maybe is what made it continue to be a nice thought. I do not deal with drastic changes very well. They make me feel vulnerable; as if I am teetering on the edge of a cliff thousands of stories high and even the slightest gust of wind could send me falling to my demise. When I was a kid, my mother had moved me and my younger sister around more than six times in ten months. From the time I was an adolescent I have wanted nothing more in my life but stability; something that I can count on without it changing or disappearing overnight. But the idea of permanence makes me feel as if I am being trapped in a box too small for my body and my air will run out soon and every part of my body is going numb.

Something that can be counted on has always won out when my mental processes start to become conflicting, blood-thirsty enemies, and we began to look for single family homes on the market. What we immediately found is that while affordable rentals don’t seem to exist anymore, affordable homes do and in the end, they can wind up being even more affordable than any rental I have personally ever lived in.

After looking at just four homes, we simultaneously had our hearts latch on to a three-bedroom, two-bathroom home with an additional basement apartment (hello in-home recording studio for my professional guitarist partner!) and an actual yard with an above-ground pool in the same town we have been living in for the past four years; a town that is quiet and surrounded by woods, where everyone you meet is still kind and humble and good.

We put in two offers before the owner of the home accepted and when she did, we got excited. We had to keep telling ourselves that in the next few months anything could happen. Something could go wrong. There was still time for everything to fall through. I started calling it “our house.” I realized just how excited I was at the prospect of having a home. Somewhere I belong; where I make sense; where I can create and thrive instead of merely floating in the limbo that is basic survival. Somewhere I can really live and grow, happily.

We soared through the purchasing process full steam ahead. We let our excitement grow until it was barely containable, and then we ran into issues with the bank. Twice. I began to wonder how it could be so hard for the bank to allow us to give them money every month. Our move-in date was unexpectedly pushed back which resulted in our existence being lived out in a barely-functioning apartment. We thought this place made us want to rip our hair out to begin with, but now most of our belongings have taken over the entire downstairs where there is but a small path just wide enough to walk through from the landing of the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen. But our days in this crowded, barely able to walk state are coming to an end, just as our days living in this apartment that we tried so desperately to make feel like a home have ended.

We get the keys to our new home this afternoon. Even as I sit here, on a mattress that is sitting on the floor with our bed in pieces and stacked around the room, with only seven hours until we have the keys to our very own home in our hands, it still feels like it isn’t happening. That something so good and filled with so much hope and optimism is just that inconceivable. But maybe that is what new beginnings and life changes feel like–too good to be true, until they are.

14 thoughts on “The Great Moving Debacle”

  1. I have moved dozens of times growing up but I have to say we had it down to a science when it was every 2-3 years. However when we stopped moving and waited like 5 years and then moved into the bigger house. It was a disaster we put a bunch of stuff in storage that stayed there for like 2 years and when we cleaned it out most of the stuff went to the curb because if you can live without it for a year you can live without it for like ever.

    1. First of all, congrats on purchasing your new home!! That has to be so exciting. It was for us when we purchased our home!! Secondly–that mess will soon be moved, into its new home–and put where it belongs. In a few weeks when you have settled–it will not have mattered–you will be on to other things that home owners ultimately face–I wish you much happiness and success in your new home! Cheers, Jenn.

  2. I have always said, that when the time is right – it sure is right. Good luck with your moving in and I pray you will be very blessed in your new home. Build some wonderful memories, and don’t forget to take lots of photographs 🙂

  3. Congrats on the new home!!! I really hate moving… at some point in my life, I was moving all the time… (like every 6 month) I guess for a new home, I would move right now 😉

    1. As I briefly mentioned in the article, when I was a kid my mom was moving me and my younger sister around all the time. All. The. Time. Six times in ten months kind of all the time. When my dad got custody of us, we finally had stability for a while, and then when I was 17 I moved out of my dad’s house and in with a friend, then into my own apartment at 18, in with my partner a year later, two years after that we moved into another apartment, and now this house. So there has been a lot of moving in my life, but what got me through the horrible, exhausting, ache-filled move this time was the assurance that even I do wind up moving again at some point, it will not be for many, many years. That brought me so much comfort.

    1. Thanks so much! It has been nothing short of an avalanche of emotion. Different emotions, in waves, competing for attention, all the time. But ultimately, really amazing.

  4. Congratulations! You truly deserve this and it sounds like a lovely home =) I hope the process went smoothly.

    And let the unpacking begin.. btw, that’s the fun part 😉

    1. When I started to unpack I actually thought about your comment here and sometimes had to remind myself that I was in the middle of the fun part and was missing it! It made me take a step back when I got a little too overwhelmed and step away until my mind was clear of everything I thought I had to get done, when in reality, taking my time, appreciating, and having fun is what matters. So thank you for that!

  5. I think its exciting. We sold our house a few years ago after 23 years. Now we are renting, but I can’t wait to find or buy the right house. Best wishes on your move.

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