We have lived with family for the last 34 days and have 32 days to go before our new house is finished. It ain’t been easy folks, not at all. But, we made this choice. We’re trying to remain OK with it. And trying to remain sane for the next 32 days …
When we sold our house last December we were relieved. We had been on the market for three years. We had de-cluttered the house at the beginning of our on-the-market stint. A whole lot of our cool stuff has been in storage for the better part of almost four years. I haven’t seen my precious Nightmare Before Christmas toys in ages. Sad. I miss my stuff, terribly so. When we moved into the apartment after selling our house we de-cluttered even more and sent even more stuff to storage. When we moved out of the apartment in July after six torturous months of living in ghetto-ville, we stored even more of our stuff.
Now, we’re living with my mother-in-law basically out of suitcases. We have our clothes, our Kindles, our Ipods, two bins of the girls’ toys, and a bag of embroidery projects for me. That’s it. We miss our stuff terribly. And while this is all good news, all of this time is leading up to us moving into our brand new house … we can’t help but get a little sad about our things. Our toys. Our possessions. Our favorite things. The things that make us, us. Things that make it feel like we’re home.
I feel bad being down about it, getting angry about where we are right now, because while it’s not fun, not fun at all, we are grateful for the opportunity to live with family and be able to save money. I haven’t had to do any of my kids’ laundry since we moved in with Grandma – that’s a big bonus! I haven’t had to cook at all either, another bonus. Buuut, I miss having my kids to myself. I miss deciding what my family eats for dinner. I miss being the one in charge.
I think I’ve just reached the point where enough is enough. I want to be home. I want to be settled.