what a dumb post title but guys, it’s almost midnight and i have been moving shit all day and it’s the first thing that came to mind. the lockers, my dear lockers (you remember?), well they just don’t fit in this house. in fact, very little does. i tweeted this today so bear with me if you’ve already read it but… when downsizing, here is my best advice: throw it away. all of it. every last bit.
seriously though, we bit the bullet and hired movers. steve did not have the fortitude to do it all himself and i don’t blame him. because four men (himself included) worked like dogs (very sweaty ones) from 8 till 4 with a 26-foot box truck plus a 14-foot one and then and only then managed to get it all into the house. it also makes me appreciate how much steve (and william, really) did on the other end–packing it up and getting it out (for which we didn’t hire movers). i never took it all in at once, never saw the amount of it. in a word: woah. don’t ask me if i can walk through my room (i can’t). don’t ask me if it’s all a terrible fire hazard (it is). so, the movers came, and dammit, i am thrilled to be pregnant but it’s all, “is this too heavy?!” and then you find yourself giving it a try and lifting things you shouldn’t and having the mover tell you, “ma’am, you shouldn’t be lifting that” and, well, pregnancy and moving don’t mix. basically, i’m worthless. i still haven’t stopped all day, but there are things you just can’t do.
oh, and when the movers came, what’s the first thing that came out of trucks? even before the how do you do’s? a big ‘ol open box of tampons. there was no one to claim it but me. we moved past it.
moving on. i watched it all come into the house with wide eyes and asked steve, “is that the last of it?” too many times to have him tell me, “umm… 2/3 of the truck is still to go.” i promise we are not pack rats… furthest thing from it in fact. we both relish throwing out but my gosh there’s still a lot of stuff. i should’ve just entitled this post “stuff.” we joked, more than once, that we were going to have a big bonfire, invite the neighbors, roast s’mores. what are we burning? oh, just our stuff. all of it.
so what is the moral of this story? don’t buy things.
and the lockers aren’t gone gone, they’re just in the shed.
and finally, i promise not to talk about moving again this week. hold me to it.
oh! and pictured above… a plant from a kind neighbor to welcome us. and yes, technically a plant is more stuff but handing it back would be a) rude and b) i have a brown thumb so this is actually temporary stuff…. (but oh i do love this fern!)
too many add-ons. my apologies.