But it wasn't pretty. After a long moving day, most of our items were delivered to our new town house. I say most because we had to leave a few outdoor items behind at our neighbor's house (which calls for another trip to Memphis to retrieve said items). I think we may need to be on Intervention or Hoarders based on the amount of stuff we have. I asked a friend who has moved several times if she had any advice for me before the move. She said, "throw away as much as possible, drink heavily and try not to divorce Matt." Can I get an Amen? Best advice I've ever gotten and most applicable when it comes to a move.
Leaving our house was harder than I'd imagined it'd be. Do you recall those high school days when you dumped the person you were dating and then got mad when they went on a date with someone else? You didn't want the person, but you didn't want the person to have anyone else. That's exactly how I felt about our house. We were ready to move on, but I didn't like the idea of someone else moving in, changing things, and making it their own. It was ours. It especially didn't jive with me when the girl started getting mail at the house. How dare she. But, it is now theirs and we're in this town house that makes me feel like we're living at the beach. Just minus the sand and beautiful water.
We're all adjusting well. I'm not sure that Banks even knows we've moved. He doesn't care about anything except the stairs. Buford, on the other hand, has been one big stress ball. If we had a vet here I'd be tempted to get the guy some doggie Prozac or a mild tranquilizer. But soon enough he'll settle down and stop freaking out that he's going to get left every time the door opens. It has yet to feel real for me. Most of the town houses next to us are vacant...either for sale or their owners just come down during football season. For that reason, I've yet to meet a neighbor and make a connection. Once that happens, I think the rental will feel a bit more homey. That and maybe if I'd stop calling it "the rental" or "the town house" and start calling it home. But, nonetheless, it is home and we're loving Oxford life so far. I'm looking forward to this week and getting together with some other moms and their children. I need to get out, get accustomed to things here and get comfortable with my new little life!
The toys are unpacked and this little guy sure is happy about it. Here he's showing me his truck. We told him it was a monster truck, he calls it his "cookie mah-stah truck".
Playing out in the new front "yard".
Remember the stairs I was telling you about? He loves to go up them and throw something down them. He does not love to get in trouble for doing that.