Oh. My. Goodness. That is all that runs through my head the night after my husband and I have moved out of first apartment. We are both mentally and physically drained. There are honestly no words at this point.
Yesterday we both had off from work so we could pack and move out. We got up at 6am, and began the new journey of life. I kept looking at the clock, and it was as if we were in S....L....O....W.....motion. We pulled everything into the living room so we could clean the other rooms. That is when the worst feeling fell upon me. I honestly felt like a hoarder. My poor husband had to hear me cry about how I felt like a dang hoarder. Looking at EVERYTHING in the living room, and the sea of boxes was overwhelming. My brain just shut down at one point because I could not comprehend all the boxes.
Where did all this stuff come from?!
WHY do we have all this stuff?
What are we going to do with it all?!
Will it fit in the trailer?
My husband CJ said it wouldn't fit. Ok....I ALWAYS look on the bright side of things, and kept telling him it would. He kept saying no. And you may ask, did it?! YES IT DID!!!!! I know we have a lot of stuff, but through all this I have learned:
1) I thank God every second of the day for being able to have all this stuff.
2) Moving has become more of a challenge, but now I feel more confident about myself in knowing I can face anything. Move states is...TOUGH!!!
3) We may be stressed, but my husband and I have grown closer as a couple.
4) I would trade this experience for anything in the world!
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