At the moment, I am sitting in what will soon be my craft room. My cats are anxiously sniffing around their new home, my husband is relaxing, and I am finding it hard to believe that this ordeal is almost at an end.
We've been searching for a house since December, as our landlord lost our condo to the bank. Oh, what an ordeal! Trying to pack up a home without knowing where we'd be moving to. Putting my life completely on hold as more and more of our possessions got packed away, and our home grew messy. Any attempts at self-care and New Years Resolutins long since abandoned. Routine, out the window.
Well, it's almost over. After delays and mistakes and setbacks and miscommunications, the house we wanted the most is ours. We've started moving stuff in, and we're at the point where we are horrified by a.) how much junk we have and b.) how messy and filthy our previous home has become. I think cleaning that place is what I dread the most.
But the reward at the end of this, after the old place is packed up and cleaned and all the boxes and furniture have been hauled to the new place? I get to set up my craft room! I can unpack all of my boxes of craft goodies that I packed up in December, and because of all the time that has passed, I will have forgotten some of it. It will be like Christmas!
But really, I am just so stinking glad this is almost over.