Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Ups and Downs of Moving

Moving into a new place always has its downsides. And my new place is no different. Like the garbage day truck that takes 15 minutes backing up to haul off the dumpster across the street. If you know me in person, you know that 15 minutes of repetitive beeping is enough to make me want to pull my hair out. It's nails on a chalkboard to me people. And yet it's something I imagine I'll have to learn to live with once a week at least for the duration of my lease.

And then there's the other not so pleasant things about moving. Like finding a 5 inch gap in the baseboard beside the dishwasher. And then having to pull on gloves to retrieve all of the lost items, all the while praying I don't pull out a rodent, or any other creature, dead or alive. 

I didn't find any creature, only unknown items. Was that hollow spherical thing an orange at one point? It takes a Google search to determine that the Black & Decker Gizmo was someones lost can opener that I have now sent off to the landfill in that giant truck that beeps incessantly every Tuesday morning. 

For all the down sides of moving though, there are some good things about a move. Especially a move after all your belongings have been in storage for 13 months. Going over a year without things makes you realize that maybe you don't need those things after all. I may have to have a yard sale after the move, rather than before. 

I've been unpacking and organizing sewing and craft items this week. It really wouldn't be a week-long task, but I have only had about an hour a day to work on things. I love a good organizational project, and this is one that needed to happen. I am one of those people that saves things thinking I'll use it one day. I'm obviously not a huge hoarder in that my house is basically empty. But I do keep sentimental items, or items I think I can use again in a new way. 

Case in point, I have had a picture frame boxed up since 2007 because it was a good frame, even if I was no longer a fan of the print that went in it. I recently got a new scripture print that I thought would go well in the frame, except for the white mat had a pink edge, and that wasn't really the look I was going for. 

So as I was unpacking this week, I found my white paint and a foam brush and painted that pink strip white, and now the frame is just waiting for a place to hang. 

As I unpack these half baked projects, I've actually been finishing them. And that, my friends, is a very good thing. They are generally quick and easy projects, ones I should have completed years ago and never did. Like this 10 minute project. 

I once broke a pretty blue wine glass that looked like this:  

The stem was completely intact, but the top was uneven. I thought with a little bit of work, I could even off the top and add a plate and create a nice little decorative stand. But that broken glass has been packed in a box for longer than I want to admit. (Longer than I even remember.) Until this week, when I finally took a hammer and gently chipped down the sides to make them even. Plugged in the hot glue gun and attached the small tea saucer I have been saving with the broken glass. Check it out: 

Moving certainly has its downsides and its unexpected sides. But I really like the sense of accomplishment that unpacking and finishing projects is currently giving me. Even pulling all of that junk out from underneath the cabinets was satisfying in its own way. I'm just really glad I didn't find anything worse than petrified fruit and a fake spider encased in a rubber ball. 


  1. You have just inspired me to get back to the business of going through all my boxes. And that is saying something. I want to live with less, I just don't want to do the work to make it happen, yah know?

    1. Don't hold me to any high standard. In my last place, I had boxes I never even opened in storage for 4 years. Can we just admit how ridiculous that is? I am determined to do better this time.