Moving mountains, never mind they are just boxes

Well, it’s been another 7 months, so guess what time it is? Yes, that’s right – it’s moving time. Joe and I are moving to our own place. Again. A decision that has not come lightly and I am both loving and hating it the same time.

I hate it because…

Packing. I hate packing. I absolutely despise labeling and putting stuff in boxes, and making lists, and throwing stuff out and deciding what to throw out and what to keep. I don’t like packing, and organizing, and EVERYTHING ABOUT PACKING.

The actual moving is HORRIBLE. Something always goes wrong, something is always forgotten, and someone usually gets upset at least once. It is always a long day, and it’s always so tired, and after things are moved into the house, it takes days, weeks, months to unpack every single box…and sometimes things never get unpacked.

Although it is time for Joe and me to move out, I am going to miss living with Hanna, Josh, and Justin. They are good people and are awesome for letting Joe and I have a landing spot for a while. So that does go on the hate list.

AH! I'M SURROUNDED!

AH! I’M SURROUNDED!

Things I love about moving?

I have missed being able to be financially responsible enough to be able to afford to move out again and being able to have a home again. I am not saying that our current house is not a home, but that’s the thing, it is a home. It just isn’t my home. Our home. This is going to be a home for just Joe and me and that is something that we have waited so long to have again. I can’t wait to have all our kitchen stuff in the places that we want it, to be able to move furniture at 2 o’clock in the morning and not disturb people (yes I do that).

I miss being able to walk around not fully clothed. I, like Jacqui, do not like pants, so they are generally the first thing that comes off when I get home. But you cannot just take your pants off when you walk into a house that has 3 other people living in it…it would get VERY awkward.

Overall I hate the process, but as someone who has moved A LOT this is going to be the last time for a while…or so I hope. Wish us luck – I’m going to go pack another box.

~ Andreah

Sisterly similarities

I like thinking about similarities. Things that are the same in every family, things that are the same in friendships, finding the lines that run parallel with each other throughout everyone and everything. Some similarities I have stored and keep with me. They are the similarities that run between me and my sisters. I have noticed that we have small traits that are very similar; they are the things that keep them close in my heart when I’m having a long day, or when I’m sick and need to remember connections to home.

Jacqui and I grew up at the end, so when we were little we spent a fair bit of time together. Whether or not that was because we wanted to actually spend that time together is uncertain, especially when you have a strange younger sister like me (I am an odd one), but we have some similarities that I think are strange. We both wash dishes in the same stance. One foot is curled up and resting against the other leg in a strange way, but I noticed it at Lillian’s birthday party. It made me smile quite a bit, cause I thought I was the only one. Another one is our need to change things around – we both like reorganizing and moving our furniture around. To the outside world it may seem like we are not happy with the placement of things, but for me I just like a fresh start every once in a while, and it gives me a new timeline of memories when the furniture is placed in a certain way.

Now Toni and I have something very similar within each of us, but we deal with it in very different ways. We both have the same anger and frustration that brews inside. Toni has a better grasp on hers, and I can’t seem to actually construct coherent thoughts with mine, but sometimes when I am seething angry I think of Toni, what she would do, what I would do, and then I find a middle. Toni and I also love music. Every chance I get I listen to music, whether it is kitchen dance parties, or writing the blog post for the week, designing things or editing photos. It helps set the pace and rhythm of whatever I am doing. That and dancing is just plain fun, even if I do look ridiculous.

Julia and I have very few similarities in the way we act, and our personalities, although I looked up to Julia constantly in my formative years as a role model. A couple things I have noticed are small things. We both curl the same leg up first when we sit, and we both have a crazy array of facial expressions. That and we have been mistaken for twins, which I think is awesome.

I like keeping these small traits I share with my sisters close to me. When I’m doing my dishes, I hear Jacqui’s laugh, her amazing full-bellied laugh. When I’m dancing around, I can see Toni’s cheeky smile. When I’m reading or watching a movie or playing a video game with Joe, and I curl my leg in, I think of the movie nights past where Julia has done the same thing, squishing into the couch to get comfy.

We all have different lives, and different things that make us so wonderfully unique, but I like having the little things that remind me of my sisters, and remind me that even though we are different there are hundreds of ways we are always connected.

I love you guys, and I am missing you terribly!

~ Andreah

 

That room

Cody and I live in our first home, and it’s perfect for us. Perfect size, perfect location (I work a house away…literally), and perfect for learning what to do differently next time around.

When we first started to look for a house, it was just a conversation that quickly turned into a purchase. One of our family friends heard we were looking and she led us to her home where she was raising her two girls in at the time. As soon as we walked in the back door my heart soared! I was in love! One thing lead to another and we were signing the dotted line. It was meant to be!

Our home - Originally in 1834

Our home – Originally in 1834

Since then the love has gone with the leaky roof we have discovered this cruel winter…and come back again with the moments my very large, very loud family share; however one thing remains the same – our spare room, future baby’s room, current room of stuff, is THAT room.

Do you have a room that holds another side of you? The side that doesn’t want to throw out that once perfect-fitting dress, just in case, but you can’t keep it in your closet? The side that simply wants to keep the decorations from a friend’s sister’s wedding (which you did not got to) because you may need them some day?

The room...

The room…

Here lies clothes I have yet to donate, broken furniture, Christmas decorations, a bed frame. Hidden are bags from shopping trips, paid bills and the piles of paperwork my hoarding fiancé requires to keep. The bed holds Cody’s crossbow, duck calls, and duck decoys.

 

That room part

That room part 2

The door stays closed and no one goes in, because it’s uncertain if they will be ever come out. The colour has not changed since the last owner, and it has been on my to-do list since there was a house to-do list! Just to put this into perspective for you – we have lived here for 4 years.

How did it get this bad you ask? Why don’t you clean it? Well!

I blame my mother…

And before you roll your eyes, let me explain!

There have been three houses in my life I can remember during my childhood and they have all had a spare bedroom that grew stuff! A haven for the forgotten and broken. A resting place for the boxes that moved from one house to the other and never unpacked. If you didn’t know where to put something, you discarded it among the piles of boxes and bags. She called them her “sewing rooms.” I called them the land of the forgotten!

Hours could be spent looking at old pictures, going through boxes of saved baby clothes and general tchotchkes. You could reminisce, or find something you never knew existed. Beads, books, Barbies, computer parts, furniture, projects started and left – they held everything! Therefore, since my childhood it has been instilled in me that every house NEEDS one of these rooms. The thought of these rooms causes my brain to revolt every time I go to clean and organize it. So Mooommm – it’s your fault!

For now, it will be that room, the room we don’t show, the room that holds memories had and to be made.

For now …. 🙂

~ Jacqui