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Moved Out


Empty walls, rooms, and cupboards.
Moving day was such a strange day. It seemed to come out of nowhere and lasted way longer than anticipated. I'm so grateful for all of those that helped us. And I'm so glad it's finally over. Packing, loading cars and trucks, making back-and-forth trips between our house and our parents' (who are so super nice to let us store basically all of our things in their extra space while we're in DC), and then cleaning. Somehow it all finally got done.

Most of it is pretty much a blur. A hot, sweaty blur. But I do remember so clearly when I finally felt sad about leaving our little house. It was right after our neighbors came and picked up our carpet to use in their house (it's just a big piece of carpet, not installed. All of the houses here are just tile floors). After they rolled up and carried away the carpet we had bought and laid down right as Fox was just beginning to crawl, I began sweeping where it had been. And that's when I saw the pine needles. They were from our fake Christmas tree. I was suddenly hit with a wave of emotion. This was the house where we had our first Christmases with Fox. Little baby Fox. This was the home we brought him home from the hospital to. And then Sloane. This was our first family home. I never thought of myself as having attachments to things like this, but this was probably as close as I had ever come.

Even with the little feelings of sadness though came great feelings of excitement. I'm so excited for our little DC adventure (Cam leaves this week, and then the rest of us ten days after). I'm excited for the memories we'll make there and then in the home we move into after Camaron's internship. Definitely not excited for the moving, but the memories-to-be-made sure soften the blow.

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