Saturday, April 18, 2009


I hate moving. It's not so much the new house, it's everything else that goes with it.

Searching hours upon hours on and other websites for housing.
Searching by location.
Searching by monthly rent.
Searching by pet allowances (aka, are our dogs welcome or not?)
Searching by the number of bedrooms.
Searching for a house with a yard please. Fenced preferably.
Searching by critera such as seperate shower and tub which Charles would love to have.
Realizing that houses are different here than the South... Very few offer a true master bedroom and let's not even think about a master bathroom!
Contacting 1,000+ individuals and Realtors to inquire on houses.
Setting up 25 different houses to visit over a month's time.
Finding the house for us, right now.
Coming to an agreement.
Signing lease.
Putting up security deposits.
Paying for first months rent.
Putting up Pet security deposit.
Disconnecting utilities on certain date at current house.
Finding out who services new house.
Figuring out best fits for us.
Reconnecting all utilities at new house.
Stopping current mail.
Starting mail to new address.
Forwarding current mail, hoping that no bills will get lost in the shuffle.
Organizing boxes to which room.
Trying to figure out the new layout of the new house and what works where.
Figuring out which rooms are for us, company, office, and baby.
Planning how we will set up the big screen TV that it doesn't look tacky and overbearing.
Hiring movers as Charles and I cannot move ourselves.
Making the house, home.
Meeting neighbors hoping that you have at least one neighbor that is friendly.
Finding items that seem to have been lost in the move.
Finding those items 8 months later, if lucky, when you've replaced them already.
Officially getting settled only to think about moving...Again.

This is what I hate about moving. And to think, we're in the process of doing this right now... Hoping that the house for us is one of the two that we are going to look at tomorrow afternoon.


squirrelgirl said...

I feel your pain. I've moved 19 or 20 times, so I know all about the hassles. All I can do is wish you well in the next couple of months. Hang in there - this, too, shall pass.

Anonymous said...

Hopefully this move you can say... oh honey, you know I can't pick that up, I'm pregnant. Of course if you time it right Ray and I will be there to help unpack. :)

Anna said...

I hate moving too!! I've done it almost every year since I graduated high school 7 years ago. It's such a mix between excitement and exhaustion. I'm sure you and your family will love it though! Congrats!

Amy said...

I noticed your comment on MckMama's blog about Missouri and had to let you know we are moving to Columbia in a couple of months. And I TOTALLY feel your moving pain. Hoping everything works out for you - the house AND the baby!!!

Can't wait to have lots of lovely elevator non-conversations with the good people of Missouri!