What Moving is REALLY Like

If you're in the middle of moving right now, or if you have ever moved before, you know what I'm talking about.

Exhaustion- Literally just putting my hair up in a braid these past few weeks has been enough to make me want to go to bedddd.

Getting Rid of Stuffs - What-ho, I am a minimalist now. Not by choice, mind you. To be honest, though, this part of moving is the least bother-some to me. I actually love getting rid of lots of useless junk.

No Time For Plans- There is no time to plan anything, therefore, there are almost no fun outings. I did go to an immensely enjoyable fundraiser a few weeks ago, and then a dance, but the dance left me awfully tired- so I thought, what's the point anyways.

The Hurry and Rush- When you are having to fix up your house and get your stuff organized on a time limit, there is constant unpleasant feeling of "crunch time", which begins to wear on your good spirits after awhile.

No Weekend Fun Times- Weekends are not fun like they should be, because they're the only time that most people are available to come and help you with your house, which means you have to work too. Weekend after weekend after weekend.

Nothing is Where it Belongs- All of my craft/hobby supplies and recreational activities are in storage; which means I haven't been able to simply do my makeup for like a month. Even my camera is nowhere to be found, so hopefully it's in storage as well; but until I find it I have to rely entirely on Pinterest to make my posts beautiful...*sigh*. Thank you, Pinterest, old friend *hugs pinterest*.

The Constant Smell of Paint- Or glue, or caulk, or soil (they had to do some digging in our basement so our house smelled like moldy dirt for one week straight)... lots of smells. Also wet walls. Everywhere.

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Yes, I've used this pic in a post before... but Imma use it again cause I love it.

It's not all this depressing, though.
Other than packing boxes and moving junk everywhere, things look quite nice. All of the painting is almost done. Our basement looks nicer than I think it ever did, my room is white as snow (and quite plain, but that's making it look really lovely somehow), our yard looks great thanks to some friends from our church who helped clean it up, our bathrooms are bleached to perfection.
All I can think of is how proud Adrian Monk would be of our bathrooms. He might even go inside them.

I'm sorry for the rather depressed random-ness of this post. This is the first time I've ever moved (well, the last time my family moved was when I was only a year old, so technically I don't remember it, and technically I was too young to help, so technically this is the first time I've moved), and when I look back at this time, I want to remember what it was like.

I want to remember what God taught me through this. 

• That owning things isn't all there is to life. 
• That I can trust Him through the unknown.
• That hard times can have fun times mixed in.
• That change is inevitable, but He can make it a good thing.
  And most importantly:

Times will change, but He will not.

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Also, on a separate note, I've got some exciting personal news; I have been saving (for like 6 months) for something special, and I think I will be able to afford it about two weeks from now! What COULD I be referring to?! *sly wink* I will reveal that in my March Highlights post. ;)

Until then, enjoy the change into Spring!
And thank you for letting me ramble... about life, and whatnot.  *shrug* Ya know how it is.
(Especially you, Natalie. *wink*)

-Amaris