Moving on up

I haven't really posted a whole lot about our lives lately. Three kids, it'll do that to ya...what is 'that' you ask. The answer is SUCK ALL OF YOUR TIME UP. Every.freaking.second. Like a black hole. But a really fun black hole full of hugs, kisses and sunshine.

Some of you may or may not know that we bought a new house. Not new, new. Not the kind of new where you are the first people to live in it and have to pour driveway and lay sod....no no. Just regular 'new'...like new to US.
This said house is way bigger than our townhouse. We now have really cool shit like a big shed, a big yard, a swingset, and a huge double car garage, that I actually parked in once already before we moved junk into it. Ahhh true home ownership. A double car garage full of our very own crap.

I thought I would diarize the wonderful things about moving. I came up with...
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silence
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Ok. well, nothing. There is nothing spectacular about the event of moving at all. Not one fucking thing. I mean why do people do this?! It costs a fortune, its a pain in the ass, and you loose all kinds of your stuff or it gets broken, the kids think its all too much and come thiiiis close to internal combustion and all your friends stop by to 'help' but just end up drinking all your beer.

The only thing I could see being a good time for some people is moving into this house that was a complete pigsty and listening to my Mother In Law clean a bathroom for six hours. It was cruel and unual punishment for her. I could see some getting a kick out of that. I on the other hand actually really like my Mother In Law and she is wonderful to us and our kids so I just felt guilty about her grout scrubbing. But I did appreciate it.

You want to hear what else could have been really great about moving. Getting possession of the house and having the old owner STILL BE THERE...still packing his crap.
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Wait.
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Nope, that wasn't fun either.
Nor was the trip to the dump of more of the old owners broken down dirty junk after he left.

What are people thinking?!

Moving wasn't fun.

I guess the really grand part of moving was acquiring a yard and all kinds of space for our children to run and play. Seeing their smiles, hearing their laughter and watching them fall into bed at night in sheer exhaustion made each box hauling, floor scrubbing minute worth it.

Here's to our new house that we hope be our house for the next 40 years. I am once again reminded that a house is always just a building...walls and roof. It's what you do there that makes it a home.