Waiting for possession of a house feels kind of like the toe-curling excitement you get when you’re five years old, bundled up on the couch, and waiting for Santa to come down the chimney on Christmas Eve.
I’ve literally got a calendar with big black exes on the days that have gone by and a big red circle around August 16. I’ve already sketched out where my furniture will go, what paint colour I’m putting on my walls, and what I want to renovate first. Just thinking about that stuff makes me crazy-giggles happy.
But what I didn’t quite grasp until about two weeks ago is that buying a house and relocating to a new town involves a lot of unpleasant work too. Thrilling tasks such as: decoding inspection reports, talking to lawyers, finding a new doctor, figuring out how to pile all our money together and give it to someone else, getting internet installed, paying hydro and gas installation costs, booking a moving van, changing our phone numbers, and determining what our day to day finances will look like with a massive mortgage weighing us down.
Then there is the actual act of moving. Getting all of our stuff from one residence to another. Call me weird, but I usually enjoy this process. I get a kick out of cleaning, sorting, labelling, and re-organizing my things. And when everything is in its new and proper place, the “I did that” feeling you get is such a high.
That said, this move is a little different than my past moves for a few reasons:
- I’m not living in Toronto right now, so JF is packing up our apartment. Picture disorganized piles of loose, unrelated things being shipped out.
- I now have a billion pound, upright piano. Normally awesome but at this moment, ugh.
- After 10 years of renting, I am apparently millimetres away from becoming a hoarder. Though JF had rather frequently told me I have too many teacups and vases, I certainly never agreed with him until it came time to pack and move them.
One thing is certain, I am doing a massive, Clean-Sweep-esque (Peter, I wish I could hire you!) sort as we unpack and settle in. And then, we will be hosting a great big, Elmvale garage sale. Maybe I’ll make lemonade and bake (read: burn) cookies to entice our new neighbours over.
In the meantime, I’m daydreaming about cream coloured walls, chrome hardware, and brightly painted dressers while trying to forget the to do list on my bedside table that seems to be perpetually growing.
Moving should be exciting, but scarry! We’ve moved all three of our kids (Brianne twice) btwn March 2012 and June 2013. Not one of my favorite things to do, but something as a parent that you just do.
One little suggestion, have your garage sale before you move! making less to move, but the crazy citiots will pay more than the little farmers !
Enjoy your move… I’m sure it will be exciting !
Don’t have a garage sale without offering me first dibs!! 😛
Ps… that was Mireille being anonymous?
Dear Anonymous, I promise you can go through my sale things before they hit the curb. xo
And Marj, almost everything is packed away and stored at Elise’s — but good to know I’m not the only child putting her parents through hell!
It’s true. There’s an additional roomful of stuff hiding in innocuous places 🙂 I’m so excited for you. This is such a fun phase – the dreaming, the deciding, the (fun) agonizing over the little details…. Can’t wait to see your new place!
In other news, I went to Koreatown to get you some of that tea but they were out. Will send you a box as soon as I get my hands on them.
Yish, you are the best! I have been craving that tea for weeks now. Merci, mon amie! xo