We are going on month 7 since our move and making good adjustment to our new normal. The past month has been exceptionally cold with long streaks in negative temperatures. Temps have been frigid with wind chills in the -30 to -50 at times. This morning was no exception.
For months we have been on the hunt for a missing box. My husband and I have had several conversations about it. We know roughly the time frame in the move it would have been packed and loaded. We know what was in the box, the closet it came from at the old house, etc. it has been no where to be seen. We have back tracked our steps, looked in every odd place possible, gone back through areas that have been previously unpacked and revisited every storage space and closet in the house.
The boxed container winter gear. These are things that have been much needed in prior weeks – winter parkas, heavy boots, etc. It has been frustrating.
Magic happened today.
We have cleaned and rearranged our garage several times since our move. Many of the things that remain in there belong in our shop which is not completed. We have opened kids, renamed boxes and reorganized. Even though we had done all those things the box still eluded us. That finally ended today.
Like magic, it appeared. We will never know how many times we moved it or moved things around it without looking inside. Now we have our cold winter gear – even though we have already survived weeks of these frigid temps; now that the weather is supposed to hit double digits tomorrow for the first time in a while. Oh well, there is always next year, or next month, or next week. After all, this is Minnesota.
I like to think I’m a minimalist most of the time. I have a few bad habits. Because I love to cook and because I have lived in a small town before my pantry is a precious thing for me. I like to have one of everything just in case. The basics. My pantry will be the last thing I pack and move. Right now I’m trying to get good about using what I have but a trip to the grocery store costs me over $100 every time.
Today is about all the other rooms in the house. I go back and forth between the living room, bedroom, kitchen and office. Bathroom is mostly done. Have yet to tackle the downstairs living room. I like to be strategic about my packing. Everything is well labeled with who it belongs to, what it contains, what room is goes to and the floor that room is located on (in the new house).
I can tell I’m getting tired and this is wearing on me because I’m getting lazy with my labeling. There is still enough information to know where it goes but the rest might remain a mystery.
It is gorgeous outside today. It is over 70 degrees and sunny. I have the house open. Today is one more f those days you wish you could sit in a lawn chair with a drink in hand. Each time those thoughts appear in my head I think about my future and remind myself there will be plenty of time for that later. For now – it’s packing tape and sharpie pens. The trailer will be here soon. I best get back to work.
So my husband and I don’t live in the same house most of the time. It’s the price we pay for our careers. That will soon end with our upcoming move to the north woods. Between now and then we need to put up field stone on the new house and get the current house market ready. So, the separation continues for a few more months.
Tomorrow I will be spending my day doing home improvement projects, boxing up my life and cleaning. I might do some work work in between all that too. My husband will be spending the day with my dad laying stone. It is going to be marvelous when it is finished. There is such pride in being able to do something yourself, especially something so massive and decorative. It’s the centerpiece of our new home. I will be helping soon once our home in the city goes on the market. My goal – sell it in under 14 days.
My husband will come home Saturday night with a truck and enclosed trailer. Sunday will be spent loading. That’s our one day together this week, then back to work. We are fortunate that we are both handy in different ways. You have to be a little resourceful moving to the country. The hardware store, the bank, the grocery store and the gas station – they are several miles away – not a few blocks like they are now.