I started moving yesterday.
Kara came over and assisted me with the packing of my various fragile things. It's kind of her specified job whenever I move. Love her.
Poor Tim. He cleared out the guest room, so that I could begin to pile my belongings in there. It would be so much easier to move one household into an empty house. In this case, I am moving all my stuff into an existing home. Integrating all of my belongings is likely to be a more careful process than it would be in a conventional move.
Ornamentation is my delight, and Tim is a minimalist. I drape surfaces in lace and knick-knacks, he keeps all surfaces clutter free. I group art and shelving on every wall....he has one picture in the entire living room. There is going to be a period of adjustment. For him. He has yet to gain a real appreciation for the usefulness and beauty of doilies. Poor man.
I took my hats over to his house. Have you seen my hat collection? I threw away three as a nod to simplifying.
Tim and I had a conversation in which we discussed the appropriate allocation of his-and-hers closet space. He says he's willing to go as far as 50%. I asked for the entire top shelf, which he granted me. He doesn't use it, and it's ideal for my hats, purses, and scarves. I have a lot of accessories, and now they adorn the top of his closet. They look really nice up there, if I do say so myself. Now I need to bump his clothes off of the hanging bar, so I can get the rest of my stuff over there.
Don has been systematically, and efficiently, moving himself into his room there. Love that boy. He will carefully pack two boxes, go unpack them, and bring the boxes home to reuse. He is orderly and deliberate.
And then there's Michael.
I looked in the one box Michael has so far managed to pack to be moved into his new room. "Haphazard" is one word for what I found. "Biohazard" would be another. The box was a jumble of loose CDs, empty candy wrappers, and dirty socks. If Tim allows this teenager to survive, it will be an act of mercy beyond my wildest expectations.
Meanwhile, this house is a jumble of stacks and piles. Every room has pockets of odds and ends, which are begging to be addressed.
...Which reminds me of what I really ought to be doing. So, I guess I'll go do it.
1 comment:
Moving is always a pain. I have my fair share of experience, what with three states under my belt in the six years I've been married. But I have yet to meld two existing homes together (unless you count the time I moved in with G and G or when Jo moved here). Good luck to you! I can't believe you are only going to be single for another week or so!
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