Now that we have made the decision to stay in my grandma's house for the next phase of our life, we have begun the process of unpacking.
And then more unpacking.
This is what I have been doing for the last many days, and even though it can seem a bit overwhelming, it's a really good feeling because at long last there is A PLAN. And this PLAN has an end goal of SUPREME ORGANIZATION. And oh my heavens, I can finally breathe again.
I never really explained how our situation worked this past year, so perhaps you didn't know that I have been living in mild chaos for the last ten months. And when Stephanie lives in mild chaos for any length of time she starts referring to herself in the third person.
Okay, not really. But it's been a particularly trying time, which is really just a nice euphemism for words I try to keep out of my vocabulary.
When we moved from our house, we moved some stuff into the apartment, and the rest of the stuff to the Family Farm. The stuff on the Family Farm was divided between various storage locations--the Duck House, Tyler's Barn, the family room of my grandma's house--as well as integrated into the house we're living in. (Which, incidentally, was my grandparents' house, but my grandma now lives with my parents for health reasons, so the house was vacant when we moved here last fall.)
The hardest part was one of the upsides of moving into Gram's house: it was fully furnished, decorated, and stocked with life's essentials.
This made certain aspects of life easier. We had a couch. We had beds. We had dishes. We had cable tv. We could keep our furniture at the apartment, and not have to buy new stuff for the farm house.
It also made other aspects of life more difficult. We were living in someone else's house, with someone else's things, not to mention the house was partially taken up with all our boxes. I have a hard enough time living with my own stuff, but when you mix my stuff in with other stuff? It was a lot of stuff.
Add into all this so many trips back and forth between the farm and Salem that I never had time to properly clean and you have a recipe for frequent melt-downs. I already mentioned this was a really hard year, yes?
Now that we've decided to make our life in Gram's house more permanent, then I needed to make some changes to how we live. Specifically, we needed to move all of Grandma's things out of the house and into a storage unit, and then turn around and move all of our stuff in. My grandma is amazingly gracious in letting us do this, and I don't know what we would have done if this opportunity wasn't available to us.
It's pretty chaotic right now. Lots of boxes. Lots of heavy lifting. Lots of sorting through decades upon decades of family memorabilia. That's a story in and of itself, but my time is too consumed with packing, unpacking, packing, and unpacking to write stories. In spite of all the hard work, the work is easy because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
We've finally got ourselves a place we can call home.