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This move, it has been.. well, I can't say it has been a disaster. I can say that it was a pain in the ass. And every other body part I can imagine. This house-buying thing, it happened so fast that we really didn't have time to prepare properly. Now, we actually managed to move to Frankfort in the first place with something like one week's notice, but still, neither of us were working at the time and we sure weren't buying a place with thirty years of dirt under the baseboards. It took us half a day or something for my mom and me to clean the townhouse when we moved in. I started on Wednesday night. My mom and aunt came Thursday and stayed through Friday, and two cousins came by on that day and helped out a bit, and M did his part, as well, although he was mainly occupied with my dad, moving heavy stuff. We're still not done.. we have not so much as brandished a broom in the general direction of the sunroom or living room or walk-in closet or laundry room or garage or basement.
Although I haven't had any time to post, I have spent a lot of time thinking about various things that I should work into a journal entry sometime regarding our move. Instead of the long, drawn-out, play-by-play chronicle of our move, I'll just make a list.
1.) Mr. Clean has always been an acquaintance, but not one that we spent a lot of time with. However, my mom happened to have a bottle of the lemony-citrus variety, and we have done a lot of our cleaning with buckets of that. It smells so, so good that I am now thinking I shall have to clean more often just to get that smell to stay.
2.) We have already completed our first home improvement project by replacing the kitchen faucet. It looks quite a lot nicer than the previous one, but unfortunately, it too has a.. well. It has a leak in a new, different place now. Oi. Welcome to being a homeowner! The new leak is one that is easy to fix but we just have to get the right part, so it doesn't really count as a leak, but it's still kind of funny.
3.) The man who brought our refrigerator (which, btw, is large and shining and white and pretty) kept talking to my mother about her new refrigerator. This is despite being met at the door by me, led to the kitchen by me, and engaging in a conversation about how he wasn't allowed to hook up the ice maker because we had a plastic tube through the floor instead of a copper one and how we had just purchased this house. Then my mother walks in and he begins directing his refrigerator instructions towards her. Sometimes, looking like I'm 16 is really freaking annoying.
4.) M is really cute, though, because when it came time to sign the papers for said fridge installation, he pointedly asked me if I would like to do it. I think the man got confused then, because he shook the hand of everyone in the kitchen and congratulated us on our new fridge before he left, muttering all the while.
5.) While I am pleased that I now possess the methods required for refrigeration, I kind of have bigger fish to fry in the excitement department, but I was perversely pleased that we flustered him. Oh, and also, we did replace the plastic tube with a copper one, but I think we were all in agreement that it probably didn't need doing. We did rather like the idea of using new, clean tubing, though, and installing a filter, so it was decided to do it right while we were at it.
6.) I have an excellent, wonderful family and I have no idea how we would have done this without them. My parents have been an amazing help, from cleaning to packing to moving to putting things away. They arrived yesterday morning with a suitcase and my niece, and thus they became our first overnight visitors. Mom would have stayed again tonight but I told her that I was really not planning on working that much tomorrow. I am just worn completely out.
7.) I hit my lowest point yesterday afternoon when we were over at the townhouse trying to pack up the upstairs. We really should have had more packed, but we just ran out of time. Anyway, I think my sugar was out of whack but I felt utterly, completely miserable. People are just not intended to work as hard as we've been working for so many days in a row. Or at least, if they are, they're not meant to do it out of the blue with no warning.
8.) One of the worst "oh dear" moments of the entire move was realizing that the walls in our bedroom are utter crap. They've painted over wallpaper in a really ugly blue, and the wallpaper is bubbling and cracking. I could even see the pattern of it in the closet.
9.) Regarding the hardwood in the bedrooms.. they have been carpeted in the past, and I was really afraid that they would need refinishing very soon. They cleaned up so much better than I expected, though, and they look pretty nice now. There are some areas that are obviously damaged, but we got a lot of the stains up and a simple mopping restored a lot of the shine, so they're quite nice-looking now. The scratches only give it character...
10.) The floors in the computer room are apparently not quite level, and they're on the slick wood floors. You slide halfway across the room when you sit down. I think it'll take a while before I get used to that!
Although I haven't had any time to post, I have spent a lot of time thinking about various things that I should work into a journal entry sometime regarding our move. Instead of the long, drawn-out, play-by-play chronicle of our move, I'll just make a list.
1.) Mr. Clean has always been an acquaintance, but not one that we spent a lot of time with. However, my mom happened to have a bottle of the lemony-citrus variety, and we have done a lot of our cleaning with buckets of that. It smells so, so good that I am now thinking I shall have to clean more often just to get that smell to stay.
2.) We have already completed our first home improvement project by replacing the kitchen faucet. It looks quite a lot nicer than the previous one, but unfortunately, it too has a.. well. It has a leak in a new, different place now. Oi. Welcome to being a homeowner! The new leak is one that is easy to fix but we just have to get the right part, so it doesn't really count as a leak, but it's still kind of funny.
3.) The man who brought our refrigerator (which, btw, is large and shining and white and pretty) kept talking to my mother about her new refrigerator. This is despite being met at the door by me, led to the kitchen by me, and engaging in a conversation about how he wasn't allowed to hook up the ice maker because we had a plastic tube through the floor instead of a copper one and how we had just purchased this house. Then my mother walks in and he begins directing his refrigerator instructions towards her. Sometimes, looking like I'm 16 is really freaking annoying.
4.) M is really cute, though, because when it came time to sign the papers for said fridge installation, he pointedly asked me if I would like to do it. I think the man got confused then, because he shook the hand of everyone in the kitchen and congratulated us on our new fridge before he left, muttering all the while.
5.) While I am pleased that I now possess the methods required for refrigeration, I kind of have bigger fish to fry in the excitement department, but I was perversely pleased that we flustered him. Oh, and also, we did replace the plastic tube with a copper one, but I think we were all in agreement that it probably didn't need doing. We did rather like the idea of using new, clean tubing, though, and installing a filter, so it was decided to do it right while we were at it.
6.) I have an excellent, wonderful family and I have no idea how we would have done this without them. My parents have been an amazing help, from cleaning to packing to moving to putting things away. They arrived yesterday morning with a suitcase and my niece, and thus they became our first overnight visitors. Mom would have stayed again tonight but I told her that I was really not planning on working that much tomorrow. I am just worn completely out.
7.) I hit my lowest point yesterday afternoon when we were over at the townhouse trying to pack up the upstairs. We really should have had more packed, but we just ran out of time. Anyway, I think my sugar was out of whack but I felt utterly, completely miserable. People are just not intended to work as hard as we've been working for so many days in a row. Or at least, if they are, they're not meant to do it out of the blue with no warning.
8.) One of the worst "oh dear" moments of the entire move was realizing that the walls in our bedroom are utter crap. They've painted over wallpaper in a really ugly blue, and the wallpaper is bubbling and cracking. I could even see the pattern of it in the closet.
9.) Regarding the hardwood in the bedrooms.. they have been carpeted in the past, and I was really afraid that they would need refinishing very soon. They cleaned up so much better than I expected, though, and they look pretty nice now. There are some areas that are obviously damaged, but we got a lot of the stains up and a simple mopping restored a lot of the shine, so they're quite nice-looking now. The scratches only give it character...
10.) The floors in the computer room are apparently not quite level, and they're on the slick wood floors. You slide halfway across the room when you sit down. I think it'll take a while before I get used to that!
