This Saturday I packed the first box.
Yep, I'm moving yet again.
It seems I don't stay anywhere for too long. It never seems to be more than a year in one spot.
We need to move though, for so many reasons. This place is too small, the wiring is too messed up, the people upstairs are way too loud, and in the spring/summer seasons it gets way too humid and moldy in here.
We may have found the perfect place: a bedroom for each of the girls, a playroom in the basement, a fenced-in backyard and a deck. And lots of room.
But wow the memories in this place.
My baby grew up in this place. This is where she first started to crawl, first started to talk, and took her first steps. We've lived here since she was two months old. Oh the changes since we got to this place.
It's where we had our first Christmas and Easter. It's where we had her first birthday.
It's where I first met boyfriend. Where he first slept over. Where he first told me he loved me. The first place we lived in together. The place where we celebrated our first birthdays together. So many firsts.
But I am so excited for this new chapter in our lives.
So needless to say, I was a little bit excited about packing this first box.
So needless to say, I was a little bit excited about packing this first box.
Now, for the important question.
If you had a big empty room in the basement (carpeted), would you use it as a playroom to keep toys out of the actual sitting room and messy fingers off the nice furniture? Or would you use it as the adult room and put all the videos games and craft area down there?
