Sunday, March 15, 2009


Moving is so much more than a physical and logistical mess. It's done quite a number on my nerves and emotions, too; feeling disorganized, unsettled, cluttered, confused, everything out of place, too much crap, throw things away - no wait! let's buy new things, back to my hometown, missing the city, happy to be in the new house, yet sad to be away from the old house, too...

Yesterday was the big day - MOVING DAY. And it was a storming, raining, muddy, crappy day on top of that. The rain just kept pouring down, causing soggy boxes, soggy hair and clothes, and leaving a trail of muddy water all over my 1940's hardwood floors. But despite the terrible weather conditions, we were overwhelmed by generosity. In addition to our movers, we had numerous friends and family members who helped us throughout the day. We were so thankful to have all the extra hands and vehicles. Without our mothers, Bonnie and Karen, I would've sat in the kitchen floor, completely overwhelmed, staring at the disaster and doing absolutely nothing. When I didn't have a clue where to start, Bonnie jumped right in, rolled up her sleeves and took charge of the kitchen. When our new Craigslist refrigerator arrived full of mold, my mom and her OCD kicked into full gear and cleaned every last crack and crevass with bleach.

Sherri and Keith, Monika, Trevor and Mom loaded up their cars and drove all over Middle Tennesse in the rain. Ed fixed our leaking garbage disposal, Susan organized our pantry, Tommy broke down moving boxes…

People were pitching in wherever they could, and they were happy to do it. Ok, maybe they weren’t “happy” to do it, but they were there for us and they didn’t complain. That’s the kind of thing that fills my heart with happiness and makes me say, “Wow…life is good.”

Sean’s notes: Moving day was ridiculous. It was cold, wet and muddy, and if I were our friends I wouldn’t have helped us. The movers (Two Men & a Truck) were extremely helpful, and I won’t move without professional movers ever again. Today the house is still inside out, but at least I got the pilot light lit on the gas water heater, so that’s a small win. I love being right around the corner from Downtown [Franklin], and the neighborhood is a huge upgrade. Can’t wait to deck out the garage. By the way, does anybody know where our utensils are?

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