These days, we give this house a lot of hell, mainly because it feels too small. This house has, however, been an important place in our lives. Jason and I have lived here for the past three and a half years. It may not seem like a long time to many, but it's the longest that either of us has ever lived in a place during our adult lives. In New York, we moved yearly, sometimes even more often. I guess without much stuff or many responsibilities, it was easy and fun to do. In fact, I remember moving from the Upper West Side to Williamsburg, Brooklyn in just one cab ride.
In the time we've been in this house, we made it through Jason working the night-shift for two years, we've had job changes and upgrades, and most importantly, we've had Otto. It feels like we became adults in this house.
But now we're ready to go. This second to last weekend has been the first fall weather weekend of the year. We spent Saturday completely shirking house responsibilities. We went to the Forest Hill farmer's market over by our new house and ate sourdough Amish donuts. Talk about fulfilling a pregnancy craving. Those donuts deserve an award. We spent the rest of the day feeling content and happy. Had an awesome dinner with several of our friends and their kids.
Today we packed. We're in a place of packing limbo right now for two reasons. Firstly, it feels like we've packed up all the obvious non-usable things. We've cleaned out closets, the dining room, the living room, book shelves, non-pregnancy and off season clothes. However, it's too soon to pack up the kitchen, Otto's room, the bathroom, things like that. Secondly, Jason seems to be responsible for at least 80% of the items in this house. He has a slight touch of hoarder in him. So aside from all the last minute stuff to pack, what's left is all of Jason's stuff. His records, dear god his records, his art, his office, the list goes on. So I'm just waiting. I'm waiting until next weekend to go on a packing rampage. And I'm waiting for Jason to hopefully attack his areas in the meantime. He successfully conquered one very important area today:
Fifteen painfully heavy boxes of Jason's record collection, his prized possession. I am so glad I am not the unlucky soul who will be moving them this time around.
