The Pain of Moving

Nothing has been more of a pain in the butt for me in the past 5 years than moving. Since graduating from high school, I have not lived in the same space for more than a year at a time. Granted, I have always had something new to look forward to, but things would just start to feel like home to me when I had to pack up and do it all over again. This move is number 8 for me since August of 2007.

I am not very good at labeling boxes or containers so that I know what is in them when I go through to unpack, so that's the #1 pain for me. I just stick things in whatever box it fits in. Then when I go to unpack, I have no clue where anything is. And then there's the thought that "oh, I might find that I need what's in this box at some point, so let's just leave it out in the open." Cue me running into it or tripping over it every time I went to get something out of the cupboard above it. And with stuff all over the place, it's kind of hard to feel comfortable and at home in your own house.

So this past weekend we finally dug into the rest of our boxes, taking out things that we know we will use, and leaving the rest in storage for now. Most of the boxes are now in the basement or up in the attic. We finally re-discovered the dining room table that was apparently in our place for the past two weeks... This place is finally starting to feel a little like home. But still, something feels like it's missing.



In other news, I have officially been living in Erie for one year now. I moved here August 20, 2011. It's so weird to think that a year has gone by so quickly. It just doesn't seem possible. But I am happy to call Erie my home :)