I got a little bit of a mild shock today. I was at church doing a carwash fundraiser and working on an extreme sunburn (OW) when my mom showed up about an hour, hour and a half early. She walks up to me and goes “Faith, we’re moving.” We’d discussed moving into my great-grandparent’s now-empty house about a week before, so I was surprised but not totally shocked. I asked her when, and she said “This week or next.”
I gave her the are-you-crazy-kidding-me look. We’d discussed moving into their house, but I’d figured it would be a month or two from now, with time for packing and selling our house and then moving into theirs. Our current house is big and filled with stuff, and I was trying to imagine moving into a much smaller house in just maybe two WEEKS. But I guess we’re doing it. We measured furniture out and out stuff and we will just fit. Of course, there is that small detail called “Packing up my great-grandparent’s stuff and getting it to my grandmother’s house where they’re living and selling our house,” but hey, no worries, right?
I’m freaking out. Partly because I like my house. I LOVE my house. I think I have the coolest house on earth. I do not want to leave it. I mean, I’m not going to give my parents a hard time about it because I know they’re right but I really do not want this move.
But we’re allowed to stay here. We have an offer of a free house and it’s only fifteen minutes away from here. We’ll fit. It’s a nice house with lots of storage space, new carpet, a doghouse (Hey mom, can I have a dog too? Come on, free doghouse), and a really cool tree house. And that one other little detail… called MY SISTER AND I GET THE MASTER BEDROOM TO OURSELVES!
How awesome is that? My dad decided that instead of sticking both of us and all our stuff into the one other little bedroom, he would let us take it and my mom and dad would be in the little bedroom. He figured that since my sisters and I actually pretty much live in our bedrooms and my mom and dad only sleep in theirs, it would be more practical. So even though Mercy and I have to share a room, it’s not bad at all. We can fit all of our stuff and we get what I am pretty sure is the world’s coolest closet- I get to store my books in the CLOSET! On shelves that my fashion-obsessed great-grandmother put all of her old ugly shoes on! And a cat litter box but who cares because I am so stinking excited about that awesome closet!
So I’m also kind of happy about the move, although it will be a transition. It’s actually closer to most of my friends and my church and the people I love. We will hopefully be repainting the kitched (from its current bubblegum pink) and getting something other than painted green rocks and dying catcti in the front yard, but really it is a nice house and I already love it, having been going there once a week since I was a newborn baby.
So what did I learn from this? When life gives you a free house, get some house-packing tape and get started movingl.