The house is starting to feel like we live here. Moving is hard, of course. I wasn’t expecting anything else. I had forgotten how much of a pain it is to figure out what goes where. Eight and a half years ago, I moved into the old house; six months or so later, Xander moved in. We’ve been settled in for a long time, and we were pretty entrenched. I’m going to spend a day and a half at the end of this week finishing up the old house, at least to the extent I can. I will then spend all weekend finding space for everything I moved from the old house. I will be very glad to just be in one house. Being halfway between one and the other has been frustrating, so it’s time to just be done, accept that we are moving into another stage of life, and let it go.
We had a good life there; we’ll have a good life here. We already do. We’re enjoying the neighborhood. We’re both much closer to work. Katja likes the playground and already has other little kids to try to follow around. Nyx seems to like the new yard, especially since she has more room to run. I’m building habits to keep the yards clean and weeded. I’m even enjoying not having a working dryer yet. It has been a while since I dried clothes on the line, and there are certain benefits, like less static and the fact that my skirt doesn’t curl up at the hem.
The only constant is change. I know that. I’ve seen that. Every time I get settled, something changes. I adapt, just as we all do, and it always ends up fine. I’m feeling a little better about this change. The past few changes have been extremely stressful for me, but this one has been a little easier mentally. Well, except for the sleep deprivation, but that’s to be expected, too. I know there will be more changes coming. Xander’s work requires him, at least, to move next year. I’m not exactly looking forward to that, but since we’ve just moved and sorted out what we need and what we don’t, the next move could be easier. I know now that we can do this even when we’re working and sick and stressed. We’ll be okay.
Other than the move, there isn’t much useful going on in my head. I have bits and pieces of stories that won’t go anywhere until the house is more settled and I have time in the mornings and evenings. Katja will be eleven months old in three days, so we should really start planning some kind of birthday party. We’re also going to work on her Halloween costume, which should be fun. It’s all little stuff right now. I won’t start working on anything big for a while, not until all of the boxes are either unpacked or stored. At that point I’ll be able to get more things done; right now I’m treading water. Luckily I’ve always rather enjoyed treading water. It’s comfortable for a while, and it lets me catch my breath.