And you can definitely tell it in our house. From the floors to the ceiling and EVERYTHING in between. You can also tell I've had more than one mental breakdown up in that bitch... but I digress. Because progress... and paint.
Lots and lots of paint. Also, every room in our house has a different texture for the ceiling... previous owners definitely went ham.
It's also an overwhelmingly amazing feeling to be through and done with all the boxes and totes and bags and random shit we've been carrying through the years. Mostly, me. It feels really good to know the only things we're taking with us South to restart our lives are things that we actually need or bring us joy.
No more of having other peoples things and holding onto stuff that belonged to others... everything we have now is literally just ours and has been deemed to belong in our future. If not? It's out.
Pretty sure we've condensed our entire lives to a few pieces of furniture, about ten-twelve totes and a handful of bags. There could be less (because we pack things on occasion and then I decide it's too heavy so I throw more out)... but for now that's where we are. It makes me kind of sad to get rid of so much... but the immense feeling of relief outweighs any lingering sadness. Honestly, I think most of the "sad" is really just residual guilt from where I've held onto things for other people for various reasons over my life. So... there's that. And we're working on it.
We still have a shit ton more to do. There's painting to finish and yard work to be done... not to mention we actually have to haul off all this junk (Bonehead agreed to help me with that part)... more packing and arranging but it's progress.
And with everything that's happening in our lives right now... we'll definitely take progress! Not to mention, this is a WHOLE NEW experience for Dev and me, and while it's overwhelming and can be frustrating at times... it's also been kind of amazing and incredible.
I honestly can't describe the feeling of having a teammate that has your back one hundred percent of the time no matter what. I swear, made for each other, dude.
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