It has begun.
The mad dash that is packing and moving and relocating a household is underway for the Hinds Family. Of course, this isn’t something too unfamiliar to Chris and me; just 18 months ago we were excitedly telling people about this new house, and 14 months before that was our cross-country pilgrimage to New York from Texas, and 15 months before that was our first move into a townhouse together. And now that I think about it, I think I’ve moved about once per year for the last seven years. Of course, this time is a whole different ball game, since we now have a little someone with a whole lot of stuff to move, too.
And because our new cute little house is more on the minuscule side of little, we have to get rid of a ton of things this time around. Which, if you know me (or my mother, because she’s the one who gave me the hoarder gene), you know that getting rid of anything is really hard for me to do. I like stuff.
You never know when something might come in handy; wouldn’t it be a shame to throw something away only to have to buy another later when you need it? But, more than being a scrooge, I like stuff because it has memories and I’m incredibly sentimental. What’s wrong with keeping every single movie stub and plane ticket since middle school? Maybe I want to make one of these (or a whole set). And those binders of school work from high school might be helpful when we’re someday helping Nora with geometry, right? Well, you get the point. We (err…I) had to do a massive purge to not overload the Nantucket house.
With a visitor Grandpa Derick would have loved:
On top of getting rid of random junk, we also have to get rid of our living room, bedroom and office furniture, washer and dryer, and Chris’ car, due to space.
We’ve had luck selling the bedroom furniture, the washer/dryer, and a lot of random things this weekend, but are still in possession of the car, couches, and desks (here’s my shameless plug for telling everyone you know about our stuff, now on Ebay!).
Because we can’t move with this stuff and we’re going to Texas for Megan’s wedding this week, we had to make the decision for Nora and me to stay in New York for another month. Next week, she and I are going to drive Chris out to Nantucket with Pip for company, some clothes, and an air mattress, and then we’re going to have to drive back to New York. It’s not ideal, but you do what you have to do. It’ll be interesting, too, because it’ll give me a taste of what it’s like to be a single parent.
Luckily we recently discovered a great way of keeping Nora entertained and stimulated: food exploration.