We’re here, we’re here, we’re here!
We are finally here and settling into our new home, and if you’ve spoken with me anytime during the transition period then you’ve heard about all the things that went wrong. From the dogs getting into a freak accident and nearly dying (saved by the Comcast guy who just happened to be around) to the struggle with tying up some loose ends in Champaign, it has been absolute chaos.
So I apologize for my delay in posting. It’s so tough because I want to tell you guys ALL THE THINGS, but it’s been such a whirlwind of cardboard and deadlines and driving- OH MY! But really- SO much driving, y’all! Unnecessary driving. To put it in perspective, I successfully found our garage for the first time yesterday after living here for more than a week. !!! I’d give you all high fives if I could. I’ve unintentionally been tacking on 10-15 minutes of drive time to my outing in search of our little garage street…only to give up and park in front of our house every time. But not yesterday! Oh no. Yesterday I found that sucker and parked in it LIKE. A. BOSS.
If you can’t tell, I’ve been so stressed out that I am truly celebrating every little victory.
The transition week was one of, if not THE hardest week of my entire life. My dad always referred to the hard times as “character building” growing up and those are the words that I still repeat to myself when life gets a little sideways. I know that we’ll look back on these days and remember them fondly…even though the in-the-moment moments feel more like swallowing anxiety and managing melt downs through intermittent calls to my dad…hiding in the garage while the movers and the cable guys wonder where I am.
And then there was that one call with the yelling and the barking and the not-very-clear communication. The call when I thought the dogs were going to die but my dad thought I was being murdered in my new home and almost called the cops….
But that’s neither here nor there.
We got through it you guys!
(insert round of applause)
Adam and I drove up here and spent two days scrubbing everything down before our furniture arrived. We slept on a pallet of sleeping bags on the floor, ate off of paper plates, and packed only the essentials (like the coffee maker and Kitchen Aid mixer.) We worked our booties off before my parents drove the kid back from his little Tour de Tennessee, and we even made some time to get out and explore.
And even though it was hard and definitely not ideal, it was so. fun.
Because these are the makings of those “Remember that time when….” stories. These are the “we got through it and are better because of it” trials that we’ll recount.
One day when we have money and vacation time we’ll be sitting somewhere exotic, taking in all of God’s beauty and remembering that it was these crazy, overwhelming moments that got us there. I mean- if that happens sooner than later though, I won’t complain….
But now we’re HERE in Chi-town, and I can’t wait to share with you guys all the things. We’ve got house renovations coming up and a whole new city to explore.
So glad you guys are along for the ride with us!
Some of our chaos:
^^ This cast iron sink is one of my favorite features of the house.
^^Adam keeps hanging pictures from nails that were left in the walls, and I kind of love finding them all around.