For now though, I need to reflect on the bittersweetness of this move, and to end this Friday post on a positive, I'll start with the bitter:
Leaving "the" room. Again. It has now happened twice - a room that was meant to be a nursery has been left never realizing it's potentional. In our first home, it was never filled because we never felt ready; our plans didn't match God's plan and we'd even started to think maybe it wasn't in God's plan for us. In both homes, there was a room for children. In our first home, it was "someday". In the home we just left, this space was the final piece of the puzzle to feeling ready - our marriage was so much stronger, our finances were stable, and we finally had physical room. In fact, we started TTC in the days just before moving in. Never, not even as IF became evident, as I had surgery, and as we realized this is very likely a long road did I consider leaving that house without filling the room with a baby and their stuff. In the new house, there is a room that is being turned into an office and a room that is a guest room. Deep down, somewhere I'm honest with myself, I know what room I would put a baby in, but out loud and in my organizing it can't be. It just can't.
This was the only thing that was hard about this move. And yet, for a few moments of packing it was the only thing that mattered. The only thing I could focus on. The room I had to go back in just one last time to face reality.
And the sweet? Because there is lots of sweet! And while it can't remove the bitter completely, it does make it tolerable:
~There is a fenced in yard. My pups have already made it their own and love to spend hours outside chasing, playing, chewing, pulling sticks out of the fire pit, and watching the neighborhood.
~I am less than 2 blocks from Sara.
~No. more. carpeting! I've been dreaming of hardwood floors since I had to decide on carpet in our first home. (And on this topic - those of you with hardwood floors, any tips?)
~No more bats. (Seriously, the bat situation was waaaaaaay worse than The Man let on until after we had moved. He is a smart one that man, he knew I'd freak out and want to move out immediately if I'd known the reality. Poor guy was a bit traumatized when he cleaned out the attic - but assures me that never having to go back in there again makes it all OK. Just a side: we only ever saw bats 2x, they were contained to the attic except those 2x the door to the attic wasn't shut all of the way. While 2x is 2x too many, I am grateful.)
~All of our bedroom furniture actually fits in our bedroom. And a queen-size box spring fits up the stairs, so we can actually have a real bed again, not just a mattress on a floor.
~Closet space. Both our old house and our new house are old houses (which I love), but the new one actually has modern-sized closets! There's even a walk-in closet in the office that The Man graciously offered to me :)!
~A not-creepy basement. (Creepy basements don't necessarily freak me out - I didn't mind our old one, but a not-creepy baseemnt is much more user-friendly :).)
I've been trying to read on my phone (we just got internet back yesterday plus I was out of town half this week) and keep up with you. I'm way too behind in commenting, but please know I've been praying for you all.
Have a great weekend!