I'm a bit late posting about this, as it happened two weeks ago, but we are officially moved out of our first house. :( We moved out the weekend before our closing day of July 27, and what a good decision that was! We originally planned to make the move on the Wednesday and Thursday before our Friday morning closing, but there was some talk of Matt having to leave town on Wednesday, so we decided to go ahead and move during the weekend before. Matt didn't end up leaving town, but it took us the entire week to move! We got all the furniture and big stuff packed up during the weekend, but geez...we had a bunch of stuff in that house! It took several days to make all the little trips to finish clearing out the garage, electronics, and random stuff we kept finding. We ended up with our belongings spread out between one big Pack Rat pod, one random small storage unit we rented at the last minute, two entire rooms at my parents' house {thanks mom and dad!!}, and of course, our temporary house. It was an adventure for sure, and we were very sad to leave 9311 Leaside. We're all settled into our temporary home, which is a bit snug {the babies are sleeping in the living room}, but is working out just great, and we are so thankful to have a place to live while we search for a new home! Here are a few pics from the move:
Not really pulling their weight on moving day...
Kind of a weird feeling to pack this pod with no idea when or where we will unpack it!
We all five went back for one final walk through on the night before closing, and we decided we needed to leave a little something behind...
{inside the top of the door frame on the master bedroom closet}
We also took one last look at our wood floors, which we refinished and stained ourselves the first year we lived in the house. We decided to do this project ourselves because I had seen somewhere online that it was a simple DIY weekend project. {don't believe everything you read online} So we waited for a 3 day weekend, rented a sander, bought some stain and varnish, and went to work. I'll spare the details, but it ended up being about a 3 week project that involved renting the sander many times, buying LOTS of supplies, and living with all of our belongings crammed into the kitchen and back living room because those are the only tile areas besides the bathrooms. Not to mention that the fumes we inhaled probably took a few years off our lives and killed quite a few brain cells. We can very literally say that we put our blood, sweat, and tears into these floors! So we had to take a picture of the one spot in the hallway that we managed to accidentally nick with the sander on the very last day, after staining and varnishing, and never could get to look quite right.
Great first house!
I have to share one story about these pictures. As I mentioned, we brought all three kids with us for this little excursion. So when we wanted to take a couple of pictures out front, we left them inside. To be more accurate, we left the babies inside in their carseats, and we let Will play in my car, which was in the garage. {Don't worry, it was off, and the keys were hidden from him!} He loves playing in the car, and we had forgotten to bring anything for him to do while we hung out in a completely empty house. Soooo...Will was playing in the car in the 100ish degree garage, and the babies were resting in their carseats, but getting antsy because we were dangerously close to their feeding time. And Matt and I headed outside. For like 2 minutes. On our front door is one of those latches that you can only latch from the inside - the kind that flips over the little knob on the doorframe so you can open the door about 2 inches to talk to someone, but it's still totally locked. So, after taking our pictures, we headed back inside...only to find that the latch had LATCHED somehow! In all 6 years we lived there, this had never happened!!?! We don't know if it got caught on Matt's sleeve on our way out and some how got moving and latched itself as we were closing the door {is that even possible?}....or maybe there's a ghost that was mad that we were leaving?! It's really pretty much impossible for this to have happened, but it totally did. So suddenly we were outside, the babies were inside, and Will was in the hot garage....and all doors to the house were locked! We didn't have our phones, but even if we had, there was no one who could have helped us. I had all the house keys in my purse for closing the next day, except for one that Matt's mom still had, but it was to the door that was latched from the inside...so would have been no help. {sorry this is turning into a book...} So as I was just starting to have heart palpitations about my babies all being locked away from me, hungry and hot, we had the idea to go around to the door between the garage and the patio {also locked} and see if we could get Will's attention. By the grace of God, he had apparently gotten bored with playing in the car {which has never happened in his entire life} and had opened the car door, so he was able to hear us knocking on the patio door. And also luckily, he is obsessed with turning locks, and he happened to be JUST tall enough to reach the deadbolt on the door. So Will saved the day by unlocking the door to the garage when we asked him to! Amazing...and so unlikely that everything worked out just right so that he was able to let us in. If he hadn't been tall enough, there wasn't even a ladder or step stool in the empty garage. And if he hadn't heard us, we would have had to break a window in our own house, about 14 hours before turning the keys over to the new owners. Sheesh! So it was an eventful final evening at our first house for sure.
Maybe we got a little sentimental about leaving, but we really did love that house and all the memories we made in it. But we're also excited to move on and make new memories with our family of five! Now we're just waiting to find out where exactly we will be...the house search continues...
One last picture of C, after we returned from our adventures. :-)
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