I feel like my head is permanently fuzzy. That’s the only way to explain it. FUZZ.
We moved on Sunday. We are living in a disaster.
It took me longer than expected to pack everything on Saturday, though in reality, we only have maybe 2 more boxes of stuff left at the parentals house. 2 more boxes of stuff and no where to unpack them in the house.
The chaos is leaving me feeling very overwhelmed and it’s causing Chad to put away his own clothing, for the first time ever, which is very odd.
The floors were finished on Friday so we couldn’t move anything until Sunday. We got a lot moved over and set up on Sunday though, which was good, but we still have quite a few things to collect from quite a few houses around the city.
I took yesterday off because I wanted to organize and set up the closet. I got part of it done, but then we spent the rest of the day picking up furniture. Claudia and her BF are moving in together, which means they now have 2 of everything, which means I get all the extra stuff, which has worked out very nicely. Only problem is we live an hour away from each other and due to the amount of stuff they had, and the size of our truck, we had to do two trips. So 6 hours later and we still were not finished. Oh well. A small price to pay for bedrooms that are no longer empty.
This move has also been rather emotional for me. I am known for carrying around a security blanket and for getting home sick at the drop of a hat. Change is fun because it means new things but change is also not fun because it means things are different. It is going to take some time for me to become OK with that. I had no problems moving in to the apartment after we got married, but I think that is because Chad had the apartment for over a year and I spent so much time there that I became comfortable with it. This time around everything is very new and different and my head doesn’t like it. It also doesn’t help that the house doesn’t feel like home yet because everything is still all over the place. Things take time, I just have to remind myself of that.
I also think the floor fumes are probably messing with my brain as well. I should have just taken the week off. But it’s ok, because we have a HOUSE! And soon enough everything will be finished and everything will look pretty and it will feel like HOME.

It’s going to take time to feel like HOME! I am going through it right now, and we are 2 months in. One room at a time, is what I keep telling myself!