What Moving Looks Like

In case any of you have forgotten what moving is like,

In case you've started to romanticize the ordeal in your minds, 

In case it's been too long since you last went through a move yourself..

I thought I'd share a few of the pics I took as we were in-process, as well as some last details of our move...

The kids, eating at our make-shift table, on paper plates, because someone bought our table and chairs right before dinner. (Zoom in and check out how dirty Nat's face is!! Poor neglected little thing.)

Samantha, wondering why I want to take pictures of this stuff, anyway?

The kitchen counters. They looked like this for a full week straight, as we were sorting and packing and looking for stuff in that huge pile of everything that used to be in our cupboards!

Our staging area, in the LR. We moved out the bookcase into the hallway, which meant a tight squeeze in the hall for a few days, but gave us a good central location to stack boxes. This was just the beginning, and I couldn't find the camera by the end!

Boxes, boxes, and more boxes... we were buried in packing paper and walking on tape for days.

 

Only one of MANY pics of items we had to list on craigslist to sell.

Sadly, this little black beauty never sold. We had several inquiries at first, one guy came and sat on it and said no thanks. Then, nothing. We dropped the price, then dropped it again, and again, and again. Then finally put it on the street in front of our house (along with MANY other useful items -- I LOVE that about NY... you put your goods on the street and other people walk by and "shop" for free. fyi --I will not admit to picking up a mattress off the street in Boston in my single days, in case you wondered. ewww.) Anyway, once it was FREE, it sat there for all of two seconds, before our next door neighbors claimed it. ha!!

Well, so it's over. And it feels like a relief, to be done with all the yucky cleaning and sorting and boxing and moving. At the same time, I admit I have a very sad, heavy feeling in my heart. I loved our little life in New York (except for Brian's rough schedule, of course), and will miss it all so much. I walked through our empty, echo-y house, feeling so lonely, missing our things that made the place home. I wish I would have taken some "after" pictures, but I didn't have my camera with me that last night. 

Brian and I stayed and cleaned and packed until 1:30 a.m. one night, then again the next night we were there until after midnight, finishing the cleaning (while kind friends watched our children for us, all week long!). It was exhausting. You have all been through it, I'm sure... You look around and think, there must be only three or four more boxes left to pack. So you pack three or four more, and still there are three or four MORE to pack, and then another three or four. And you just don't know where to put those last rugs or books or decorations, but they're good things so you don't want to leave them behind... ah! And then the cleaning... checking each room again and again, to make sure it's spic and span. Finding Nattie drawings all over the walls, even when you thought you got them all. Oh my. On it goes. 

And on it went, for us. The last thing I did was mop the kitchen floor. It's white tile, and gets sooo gummy and yucky sometimes. But when it's clean, that place really does look like a nice place. 

Goodbye, nice place.

Goodbye, nice friends.

Goodbye, nice life in pretty, foliage-covered New York.

We're on our way now. Two days on the road, already. (Sleeping in a hotel in West Virginia tonight; we've opted for the Southern route.)

 I think it was Helen Keller, or someone else really inspiring, who said, "If you keep your face to the sunshine, you do not see the shadows." (Maybe it wasn't Helen, since she didn't really see, huh?) Anyway, I'm sad to go, for sure. But I'm trying to keep my face and my thoughts focused on the sunshine, and remember that we have a good life waiting for us in Idaho... Good friends, wonderful family, and a home with carpet and a garage and a king-size bed. Lots to look forward to... Lots of sunshine ahead for us, I hope!

Sleeping Situation

Okay, all you faithful blog readers of mine. I need your help with something that's literally keeping me awake at night (as in, I'm up at 4:30 a.m. writing this... or maybe it's just my yucky head cold??) I'm afraid this is something that may continue to keep me awake at night as I move into our new house where we used to live. The great dilemma is, the sleeping arrangements for our children. I seriously cannot figure this out, and it's driving me crazy!!

So... help. We Bishops are moving back into our house in Idaho that has four good sized bedrooms, on a split floor plan -- two bedrooms are next to each other, behind the kitchen/dining room area. The other two -- including the master --  are far far away, on the other end of the house, behind the living room. This split floor plan bothered me when we lived there before, because we had Samantha and Spencer in the rooms behind the kitchen, which seemed very far away from our master bedroom. Natalie was in the room across from us, but it was a "temporary" arrangement for her, so she was sharing with exercise equipment and a desk in what we liked to call our hobby room.

Now, as we return to this bedroom arrangement, we have some new developments in our children...
-- a much older Natalie, who is climbing out of her crib every day.
-- a scared Spencer who often wakes up in the night and wants to sleep in our room.
-- a strong resistance to letting kids sleep in our room often. (Call us mean, it's just something that DOES NOT work for us.)
-- a Samantha who sleeps fairly well, but doesn't like sleeping alone anymore, after sharing with Spence all this time.

I've tried to figure out how to arrange their bedrooms, who should sleep with whom, etc. And I am lost! Here are some options I've considered:
First, I'll refer to the various room options as follows:  the room Samantha used to sleep in, behind the kitchen, will be the pink room. Spencer's room behind the kitchen will be the blue room. And the other room, close to the master, will be called the hobby room.

Option 1: Samantha in the pink room, by herself where she used to be. Spencer and Natalie in the blue room, sharing a queen bed (which would double as a guest bed when we have visitors). Or, we could put bunk beds in Spencer and Natalie's room and sleep them on the bunks, separated. But then what do we do with our rare guests? and with our queen bed?

Option 2: Samantha and Natalie in the pink room, behind the kitchen far from us. Spencer in the room across from us in the hobby room, and move all the "hobby" stuff to the blue room. With this option, I worry Spence will still get up in the night, and being alone will be too scary, and being so close to us might be more of an enabler for him to come sleep in our room, instead of a comfort to him.

Option 3: Spencer and Natalie in the hobby room in bunk beds, Samantha across the house in the pink room, and all the hobby stuff moved over into the blue room. But I worry Samantha will start getting scared, sleeping all by herself over there?

Option 4: Samantha and Spencer in bunk beds in the blue room, Natalie in the pink room, in a toddler bed with the queen bed for guests. For some reason, this arrangement seems like Samantha gets the shaft, though it's what they've been used to here. I just picture Samantha needing her own "space" more, now that she's older, in school, etc. Plus, I painted the cutest blue and yellow stripes on the wall in that blue room. And I feel like I'd want to change it, if they were sharing. Trivial, I know. But still...

Option 4: I know it sounds ridiculous -- in a house with four bedrooms-- but I've seriously considered sleeping them all in the same room, right across the hall from us in the hobby room. Bunk beds for Sam and Spence, and a toddler bed for Nat. Although, she would have to adjust to that. Right now, when they all sleep in the same room, Nattie thinks it's a big party. (We just ended the weeklong "party" they had while my parents were here last week. She finally slept in this a.m. until NINE, after waking btwn 6:30 and 7 for the whole week they were sharing!) hmm... But with that option, we'd have space for a real guest bedroom (the pink room), and a real hobby room.

Oh the trivial, tedious things that keep me awake at night. But see, if I don't figure this out before we move, well... Anyway, I welcome any thoughts anyone has about this. In fact, if you're reading this on your "smart" phones, people, please make a "smart" note to yourself to go to your real computer and type out a comment about this one for me so I can figure out what I should do!

For now, I think the answer is to go back to bed and hope I can go back to sleep! G'nite!

Update

It is time to write some more, before there is no time to write. But truth be told, I am not really in a writing mood. I should have written two nights ago when I was in the mood. But well...

Six days left, and counting. We are officially in the packing and dejunking phase of this move. The yucky phase where I'd really like to fast-forward a week and be already gone. Today we packed seven or eight boxes, sold $80 worth of stuff on craigslist, and took long naps because both Brian and I seem to be catching something. Our poor children are underfoot, wishing we could seize the last moments and do something FUN this weekend instead of just packing and organizing. Don't feel too sorry for them... we've spent A LOT of time playing lately, and we'll be playing some more on our way home. So they'll have their time soon enough.

Last week my parents came for one last visit. It was so much fun to have them here. They came for a visit shortly after we moved in, and now again as we're on our way out. I want to post pics from their trip, so I'll save that update for later.

For now, just thought I'd put up a short shout-out and say, hey! we're still here! For six more days. Then we'll be on our two-week tour across the country. Oh, how lovely will that be?! We were first thinking of going through Montreal and Michigan and North Dakota -- the northern route. But I think we've changed our minds... We're now thinking of taking the southern route -- by way of Mississippi and the Grand Canyon. Makes sense, right? You think I'm joking about this plan, I'm sure. I even sometimes think we should be joking. But we're not. We decided to put some more states on our maps of "where we've been" -- Alabama and Mississippi for me, plus Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kentucky and Tennessee for Brian, and Texas and New Mexico for the kids. Gotta get those lower 48 covered!! Wish us luck.

The next few days will consist of lots of packing tape, cardboard, and craigslisting... and bored, television-watching children. Oh the joys!!

Lovely Labor Day

Anyone else have a really fun Labor Day weekend? We sure did! We went to a little lake house with a group of friends and all our kids... eight little kids running wild all weekend. We tried to get them to pose for a picture, but this is the most "posing" we could get...

 We went to a county fair together. Saw a tractor pull. Look how excited we all are, waiting for the tractor pull to begin. Such excitement!!

It was my first tractor pull, even though I grew up with the Eastern Idaho State Fair IN my hometown, and they had tractor pulls every single year. Who knew they were so loud?! And so smokey!!?

 Spencer did not like the tractor pull. He wanted to go get "something yummy" and "ride a ride."

Nattie wasn't sure what to think. But she sure liked being free from the stroller. She traded seats on those bleachers 50 times in 20 minutes.

 So, we didn't stay too long, but let our kids ride their ride. Heaven...

 Nat had to watch from the stroller...

 Truth be told, instead of watching the kids in the swings, Natalie and I spent more time watching this sickening ride. It looked sooo crazy! We did NOT ride it.

The day of the fair we also put kids to bed and stayed up super late playing games together. Good times. Then, on Sunday, we went to church at a tiny little branch from our LDS church. It was such a sweet experience, to join with saints and feel so comfortable and at home in the gospel, no matter where we go. 

We didn't get any pictures at the lake and pool, but we spent a fair amount of time swimming and relaxing at our secluded beach area. The kids especially loved the pool.

We also went apple picking. Soooo delicious! The kids dug right in...

The whole gang, trooping back with our "picks"...

 And, our little straggler, who just couldn't leave the orchard...

 Lounging with friends, eating cider donuts...

Oh, yes, it was a super fun weekend. Perfect weather, lovely scenic surroundings, delicious food, and good friends.

***

Okay, so I can't just leave it at that. You have to have the extra little back story here...
Ten years ago, on Labor Day weekend 2002, a group of young single friends, myself and Brian included, got together and rented the perfect lake house for the weekend. My friend Alicia scouted out the most secluded little waterfront house, and then invited enough people to join that we only had to pay $40 apiece for three days of heaven. What a steal!! It was absolutely lovely. A deck, a dock, a row boat, and a lake that was the perfect temperature -- even in the middle of the night. :)

Only down side... Brian and I broke up... For the second time. Right out there on the water on that beautiful little lake, in a row boat, in a light, misty rain. It was perhaps one of the most tragically romantic moments of my life. I cried, he didn't. End of Round Two. Funny thing is, when Brian and I talk about that trip, we both remember it as a really fun, wonderful trip, despite the emotional upheaval we were both experiencing the entire time we were there together. We both remember listening to Norah Jones for the first time -- her first CD was brand new then. We both remember the amazing food, the late night monopoly game, and all the fun times with friends. And oh that beautiful Lake Horace. It really was a lovely weekend.

Maybe we were both just trying hard to focus on the positive? Or maybe we just had a feeling that it would all work itself out in the end? Or well... who knows?! But after our most recent trip, ten years later, three kids in tow... Well, I know it's cliche, but I have to say, "All's well that ends well!!" I like our happy ending. Happy Labor Day!!

Almost Gone

Almost a year and a half ago, Brian came home from Costco one Saturday morning before he started working on more work stuff, as usual. In his little "time off" outing, among other things, he had purchased one of those huge boxes of kitchen garbage bags -- the kind you think you will NEVER EVER run out of, you know? In case you don't know, it looks like this...

I thanked him for being such a thoughtful husband as I found a place for them on the floor of our tiny hall pantry. He smiled and said, "you're welcome," then added, "we're going to be gone from here before those trash bags are gone."

What?? I needed an explanation, so he kindly obliged by repeating, "we're going to be gone from this place, gone from New York, gone on to some different job and different life by the time those trash bags are all gone."

Oh. That. Well, it's good to have goals to work toward, right? In whatever weird way they are measured, I guess?? 

I have been the one pulling out those trash bags, one at a time, three or four bags a week over the past year and a half. And guess what? ... They're almost gone. In fact, the second to last week of July, I opened the box and raised my eyebrows in shock as I saw just how few of those bags were left. It was that same day that Brian and I had a little talk and decided it was time to go. No, not just because our supply of Costco trash bags was dwindling. But still, I took a picture of the few remaining bags later that day, to document the decision to move on... 

And then I cried.

It's true. 

We're moving away from our fun New York adventure.

And it's one of those very happy/sad "mixed feelings" occasions for me.

We're moving back to Idaho, back to our big, lovely home with a garage and fenced back yard and carpet and an ice machine in the freezer. We're headed back to family and friends and familiar things. And we're very excited at what all this means, for our kids, for our parents, for our stability, for Brian's sleep schedule, for our time together as a family. It is definitely a right decision for us for now. Brian will keep working with his company, but his hours will be much better, and we'll see a lot more of each other. It will all be much more predictable and much more manageable, which is what we really need, as a family. It will be a good thing, I know.

But oh, how I will miss here. I have been very happy here, even though it's been rough with Brian's horrendous schedule. I've tried hard to "bloom where I'm planted," and I've found lots to love about my life here. I will miss it, I know. I will miss the ocean and the lakes and the Mighty Hudson. I will miss being close to the city, but not IN the city. I will sooo miss the green, green trees and lush scenery, and the gorgeous huge houses on my running route. I think I will even miss the humidity (eventually, when my lips are chapped and my hands are chapped and bleeding this winter). And mostly I will miss so many wonderful friends. I have become a better person for the people I have met here who have changed my life and enriched me. That sounds kind of cliche and impersonal, I know. But I get too sad when I really start thinking about the dear friends I am leaving here -- and my kids' friends as well. So, I'm trying not to think too much about that part of moving. 

Anyway. This is my announcement post here.

The trash bags are almost gone -- there's one lining the trash can, and one more under the sink right now. And we're soon to follow -- three weeks from today. Wish us luck in yet another chapter!

First day of First Grade

Yesterday was a great day for Samantha. First day of school!

Samantha was very excited about school this year, after having such a great time in Kindergarten last year. A few weeks ago, we got a packet of info from her school, telling her the schedule, rules, and class assignment. How exciting to realize that her kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Winter, moved up and will also be her first grade teacher!?!? (At least for a little while.)

 She had two teachers last year, and has two teachers again this year. But having that continuity of keeping dear, sweet Mrs. Winter has been such a comfort and relief to her... Remember all those "first day" nerves of wondering who your teacher will be? Samantha had NONE of those feelings -- until right as we walked up to the door of the school. Then she panicked for just a few seconds until a friend from last year called her name. They discovered they'd be in the same class again this year, and ran off holding hands, excitedly. Samantha didn't even turn around to say goodbye. That's our school girl!

Here she is in her new outfit, with the name tag she decorated herself, with her favorite school activity -- art.

A Nearly Perfect Day

Do you ever have those moments in life that seem almost absolutely perfect? I hope you do. I hope everyone does. I love those moments, and I especially love them if they are long enough to stretch on for hours and even sometimes become a whole entire day of perfection.

I had one of those a few weeks ago... The day after we came back from our vacation to Idaho. We were still on Mountain Standard Time, so we slept in to some unreasonable hour, like 10 a.m. All of us, except for Brian. He got up early, went for a bike ride and made a Costco trip for essential groceries. By the time we were stirring, he had a great pancakes-and-bacon breakfast for us. Can a Saturday start any better??

Then we set off for an outing to Brooklyn, because we had never really spent much time in Brooklyn. It was just a wonderful day. We did normal stuff, like eat a picnic in the car, play at a park, ride a carousel, share a piece of cake from a fancy and expensive dessert shop, wander through a random book store, and walk on the Brooklyn Bridge. The sun was shining, the humidity was low, the temp was mid 70s. And our kids were happy and didn't fight in the car. The icing on the cake, we lucked into free parking all day long!

To end our day, we went to an amazing Middle Eastern restaurant that Brian has been wanting to try since we first moved here. We bribed the kids to be extra good while we ate, telling them we would buy a soda for them at the shop across from the restaurant after, if they were soooo good. And they were! The food was even better! -- smooth hummus and pita, spiced lentils with fried crispy onions on top, delectable kebabs, Mediterranean-style chicken and tomatoes, fettoush -- which is like Greek salad with tons of cilantro and lemon, baklava for desert. wow! Perfect food for our perfect day.

I tell you, I could relive that day again and again. That's why I'm writing it here. :)


Pictures, because it was worth remembering it all, of course...