We've moved to a new home over the weekend. We're still living around all of our stuff. I have hope that we'll be settled in a few weeks.
We're really not far from our previous residence - I can see it across the field and up on the hill. We have a two lane highway out our front door. We hear the grain trucks rumble by at all hours. We have a four lane high way across the field out the back door, and the truck stop that services many of the freighting professionals driving our roads. At night, we can hear the engines running on the trucks while the drivers sleep. Most of it is subtle white noise.
It's an adventure to move into a new place, especially when you've lived in the previous one for a long while. Clearly there are things that we have kept in our possesion that, give the choice of moving it or throwing it away, we'd rather pitch. This is a fine opportunity to re-evaluate the "things" in our lives, and to discover what really matters.
I now know that:
I have an abundance of dishes.
I have an over abundance of kitchen utensils, but I don't want to get rid of any, and I really want to add more. (Can we say Cuisinart food processor, or Kitchenaid immersion blender?)
I'm living in the past - I have lots of stuff from college and high school that I really don't care about, but I can't quite throw away.
I have lots of children's clothes.
I have more cleaning supplies that I have things to clean.
We have lots of technology/electronics. Lots.
Random items rule our household.
It may seem excessive to pack everything up to move 6 blocks, but when you're trying to separate your belongings from that of another family, it's wise. Trust me.
Perhaps the next time we move I'll have more of a handle on our stuff. One can hope, right?