Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Finally a Home!

Temporary housing is a lot of things.  It is a roof when you don't have one.  It is ready to move in the day you land into town.  It is fully furnished when all your belongings are stored in crates somewhere far away.  But temporary housing is definitely NOT A HOME. 

As of last week, after a million loads in the red wagon, we finally emptied our temporary apartment.  The kids and I celebrated wheeling out the last load including the cats.  Yes, Buford peed and threw up during the drive to the new house.  But unlike the flight, this time he didn't do it on me and I had lots of towels available for clean up.  And yes, Epy ran away again, but this time I saw where she ran and we didn't have a plane to catch.  By 10pm we were able to coax her out of her hiding spot in the garage.  She hasn't left the house again, and as long as we don't move she probably never will again. 

It has been a long road from Mintawood Court to Longmeadow Drive, but once again we have HOME.   We still have boxes decorating much of the house and the garage is a war zone, but it our war zone.  The kids have all their toys and space to play with them. 

The five of us were way too cozy in our 1400 sq ft apartment with one TV and no yard.  So having a whole house, a yard, and multiple TVs with a DVR - well we are feeling like the Clampetts when they moved to Beverly Hills.  The other night I asked Scott rather alarmed "Where are the kids?"  he replied "Outside playing."  That was the first time the kids have been able to simply go outside since we left - and that was  music to my ears.  Or better yet, silence to my ears.  Since that also meant, it was the first time we enjoyed them playing outside, while we enjoyed in the quiet inside.  Oh the joys of owning a home. 

Of course, the joys of owning a house cuts both ways as well.  Our work is cut out for us as we now look to bringing this 54-year-old home into the 21st century.  Our list is very, very, very long.  Good news, the house no longer has a tarp on the roof.  Bad news, every day I add new things to my punch list.  But all that can wait a little while, we have found the toothbrushes and bed linens, so that counts as moved in in my book.  The rest of the stuff can wait a little while.  The Harrell posse is tired because moving twice in two months in two different cities will wear you out.  It has been all work and very little play, so we need a little bit of fun this summer before school starts,.  The boxes are just going to have to wait a little while. 

That is life in the stroller lane. 

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