Moving stinks. I’ve done it 9 or 10 times- I’ve lost track- since we’ve been married for 15 years. It stinks. It really does. With each move we have often added a child or two (we have 5 including a set of identical twin boys Ethan and Jonah). Usually it has been for a job change but sometimes it was because we grew out of our current house. Our twins turned one and we moved from a two bedroom to a three bedroom townhome (after a brief stint with our in laws). My husband Josh graduated from law school at BYU in Provo, Utah and we moved from that 3 bedroom townhome with now 4 children to a 3 bedroom tiny home in Sugarhouse near downtown Salt Lake for his clerkship. One bedroom downstairs wasn’t technically a bedroom since it had no closet and no door but we were desperate! The boys would climb out of bed, come upstairs right when we started to relax and we would shoo them down again. Ah, moving!
The worse part about moving. The very worst past of moving is the packing and then having to unpack again. For six weeks straight, I am going through things, getting rid of things, packing things and then we get to do it all over again, except in opposite order again after a big trip across the country (like we did in 2011 from Maryland to Arizona) or just after a trip right down the street (like we did in Arizona for a home with a pool or in Lehi, Utah where our landlord didn’t renew our lease).
Our latest move was a 12 hour- or 19 hour if you are driving a truck and hauling a sedan- trip from Lehi, Utah to the small, rural, 26,000 town of Paso Robles in the Central Coast of California.
Josh’s Parents and two older sisters all live within a ten minute walk of each other and we have joined our 5 kids into the now 20 cousin mix (with 4 being out of the house this Fall).
It’s been wonderful. Crazy. Fun and Wild!
With a few beach trips thrown into the mix.
Moving- what a ride!