Thursday, June 23, 2011

MoViNg


I've heard new mothers say that there is a reason God designed pregnancy to last for 9 months...by the time that last month comes you don't care how bad the labor is...get that baby out!  Well, I've decided moving is much the same.  By the time you pack your millionth box, break your back moving heavy furniture, drop tons of money on storage units (in our case)...you don't have time to be emotional about leaving your home. 

Honestly, I didn't have a huge attachment to this home anyway, but I have to say it was quite eerie sitting in the empty house.  My last visit to the empty house was alone and I stumbled across a plastic eyeball Duncan had torn from one of his toys.  It was the first time I had really taken the time to think about how we started our lives together in this house (weird for an eyeball to spark this thought process, I realize).  We became "The Bozemans" under the Village Way roof, and even though I absolutely know we are moving in the right direction for our family, it is worth thinking about how "we" began in that home.

Here are a few of the last photos I took of the house...










Weird, huh?  It no longer feels like home when you see it empty...it's just a set of walls.  Without our furniture and decor, and certainly without my boys, it is only a house.  One that will hopefully treat the next family really well.

While we are at it, here are a few random moving pictures I took along the way...

The POD being delivered.  Quite possibly the coolest thing ever.  I actually videotaped them dropping it off.  Yes, I am a nerd.  This is one of SIX locations where our junk is stored.  Moving is really fun.

Andy took this while I was cutting packing tape.  Can you tell it wasn't all that fun?

Andy's Mom and I bubble-wrapped my favorite furniture pieces.  It was a nightmare blast.  I think I also owe Andy's Mom my first-born child.  I'm guessing she and my mom will have to fight over it (they both played major roles in helping us pack up).

This is what Duncan did while we were packing.  Helpful?  Not nearly.

Well, in short, moving is as fun as ripping your toenails off one by one, but it is all part of the process of getting into the home you really want.  I think we have found one that will make all of the stress worth it.  Once I get the go-ahead from Andy, I will pass on more details about our next move.  For now, I will leave you with the following picture...



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