Move and groove and move and groove!

I hate moving.

I hate moving and it is such a shame that we move so much. Every two years on average.

I moved in with my husband a few months before our wedding. A very cheap apartment(1), but decent quality. Two years later, I graduated college and we moved so I could go to graduate school. We stayed in our second apartment(2) for about a year. We decided that their increased rates weren’t worth it. So we moved into a cheaper place.

We stayed in this apartment(3) for two years. I had finished my teaching certification and accepted a position about an hour away. We lived in the next apartment(4) for one year. Then we decided to have a baby. So we moved into a larger apartment(5) in the same complex. One of the easiest moves ever! Two doors down. Our stay in apartment number 5 was for two years. Our largest apartment yet.

We are now on apartment 6. We moved back to the same city as apartments 2 and 3. I interviewed for, was offered and accepted a new teaching position.

The last few days of July, we were rushing: to find an apartment and get a move-in date and  to pack stuff and get rid of things we didn’t want. We ‘hired’ a lot of help. Someone to help pack the truck. A couple more people to help unload the truck and someone to watch the baby.

(8/1)

We arrived to our new apartment complex to find out that they did not get our apartment ready. So they decided to give us an upgraded ‘model’ apartment at the same price as the original apartment. Keep in mind we had already changed our forwarding address, drivers licenses, electricity, internet and all this crap. But at least we got an apartment. It’s just horrible that we were moving in 110+ degree weather.

(8/2)

Our second day in the apartment, our electricity got cut off. Ryan was afraid that it was because of the electricity accounts. Turns out it was because a company was doing some work. No warning. So we went to the city library and got our library cards! 

Ryan was able to get on the internet and fix some of the accounts to the correct address. This was Ivy’s first library trip. She had fun running around, climbing the stairs... until she ran smack into a glass wall. Poor thing. It mostly startled or scared her than it did hurt her. All I could do was laugh. Of course I picked her up and comforted her. But she was okay and running around immediately. She’s pretty clumsy – and gets over it quickly.

(8/3)

Day three... I had meetings all day long. The first meeting was getting my new hire paperwork in and going over benefits. Then we had harassment training. We had a lunch break and I’d been wanting sushi. There was a place in front of the second meeting location. Convenient! It was also pretty tasty. The second meeting was FOUR HOURS LONG. About something I was already familiar with. PDAS. I’d already had the same training. And I have been PDASed every year. I nearly fell asleep. It was ridiculous.

We are finally getting stuff unpacked and put away. We are also going through everything and donating or trashing what we don't want or need.

Today (8/6) we finally got internet hooked up to the apartment. It's nice to be able to look at websites I frequent on a screen larger than a credit card. Typing now sounds strange. It's annoying.

An afterthought... websites say that toddlers don't do well with this kind of change. Ivy has done amazingly. She naps like normal. She sleeps like normal. The only problem is that she's able to get into more stuff the way the rooms are laid out.

I cannot wait to get back on a regular menu. We've ordered in (or had those leftovers) every night since we got here. Mainly because unpacking and crap takes so much out of us, we don't really want to cook. However, I'm determined to get us back on track tomorrow.