We did it.
The past week has been crazy. We packed all our stuff, dealt with movers, cleaned out our old house in Vermont, closed on the old house in Vermont, drove 700-ish miles to Virginia (part of that during a snow storm. at night), took possession of a giant rental house (well, it’s big to us–plus it has a neat playset outside), had all our stuff delivered–and now we’re living surrounded by boxes and totes, trying to figure out how to fit our things into a new place.
Along with dealing with a nasty stomach bug (Miss M.) and a nasty cold (me and the Baron).
This change is huge for us. We went from small-town Vermont to suburban North Virgina, from two-lane highways surrounded by trees and mountains and moose and deer to an area were traffic can be a total nightmare (we’ve been warned repeatedly about that). We went from having to drive half-hour for most of our activities to driving a few minutes to get to almost anything.
We moved from our house of seven-plus years, which we bought when I was pregnant with Sir I. It was a total fixer-upper when we bought it and we renovated it almost totally, including two complete bathroom models, new floors throughout, and an updated kitchen (hence my revising-as-renovation analogy). We brought all three of our children from the hospital to that house. My husband built them a playhouse in the yard. We began our homeschooling journey there, and I wrote two novels and numerous short stories in it. We knew every foible of our old house, from the slanting floors and not-square corners to the willow tree outside that has a tendency to drop large branches.
And now it’s someone else’s house.
And here we are, starting all over again. Getting to know a new house (briefly, since this is a rental). Making new friends. Learning the best places to shop and play, and the best ways of getting there. Finding a place for ourselves here.
Have you been uprooted? Had to start all over again?