In our quest to further downsize so we can travel regularly, yesterday we moved in 100 degree heat. Today I feel shell-shocked as I look around me. For the first time, I’m not sure where to put anything, or even where to begin. Me, the Organizer of All Things, and the one responsible for packing, can’t figure this out.
My brain appears to have seized up, and for some reason, so has our water heater. All I wanted this morning was a strong cup of coffee and a hot shower. I didn’t think that was asking too much.
We moved from a two-bedroom apartment to this newer, smaller, two-bedroom apartment just five minutes away. Apples to apples, right? As I’ve discovered, that ain’t necessarily so.
Our previous residence was constructed as high-end condos in the early 1980’s, right before the Savings and Loan debacle here in Texas. Afterward, their target-audience could no longer afford to buy expensive condos, so they have been leased out ever since.
The difference between high-end, predominantly concrete construction, and our new place, became evident last night as we lay in bed listening to the herd of zebra living upstairs as they thundered from room to room.
Today I need to figure out how to motivate myself to unpack the 1,400 square feet of boxes which now sit two deep in our 1,000 square foot apartment. Even a delivery from Amazon left me in tears this afternoon because I just couldn’t deal with one more box. But my tears turned to joy when that box contained the new cushions for my wicker dining set.
Thinking about how wonderful everything will look when the kitchen and dining area are beautifully organized gave me exactly the motivation and sense of direction I needed.
Who knew that could come in a box?