Stuff/Junk/Crap/I don't say that other word

There's no time like when you move to realize how much stuff/junk/crap you have. I never really realized it until we put it all in one room to get ready for the move. Here's half of it:

There was still some stuff here:



And here:



And here:

And the thing is, we don't even have a whole lot of stuff. Compared to people who are older and have been married a long time, we really don't have much at all. But these pictures make me a little sick inside, knowing I have all this crap and some people can't even put food on the table for their family. The move has definitely made me more grateful for what I have, and we've realized we can live a lot more simply. So, we gave a lot of things away, and we put some things in storage (aka our parent's basements/garages). The whole moving weekend was a blur, and I'm just glad it's over now.

So... pictures of the new place, as promised:

"Oh, hi. Welcome to our new home! We love our new home, because mommy found the cat nip while we were packing to move, and we ate it alllllll while they were away this weekend. Puuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

(they're telling the truth)

Front door (ok, only door)


Dining room (still in need of a few pictures)


Living room, this is also where I give lessons

(Can you tell Delilah needs a little attention?)



Laundry room


Kitchen




Bathroom


Where the magic happens


Messy sewing corner- we had room for it! just barely...

That's about it! I finally got back to some sewing this weekend. I made two aprons, so pics to come of those soon!

Goodbye...

Goodbye, bathroom in the kitchen. Not exactly the best place for you.



Goodbye, slotted doors. You have made so many guests feel so uncomfortable while going to the bathroom. And yes, we could hear everything.




Goodbye, scary, creepy, dirty, leaky basement. I will only miss you for the storage you provide, though dirty and soggy it may be.






Goodbye, bright white bathroom floor. You show- magnify, actually- EVERY SINGLE HAIR AND MOLECULE of DIRT. I will not miss you. Not one bit.
(you don't want to see a picture of my bathroom floor at the moment)

Goodbye, closet that looks like a stage. Closet that was used as a stage. *Ahem* (Just kidding. I only said that to make you feel uncomfortable)




Goodbye, extremely loud, scares-me-every-time doorbell.

Goodbye, messy sewing corner. I truly will miss you. Back to sewing on the kitchen table.



Goodbye, wood paneling. You didn't look good, not even in 1982.



Goodbye, cold house. We turn the heat on and pay an outrageous amount of money, but you don't get warm. Ever. Ever.

Goodbye, crappy old dishwasher that smells like a moldy sponge.



Goodbye, window in the shower. You're not as camouflage-ing as one might expect. I realize we gave the neighbors a show for the first year we lived here.




Goodbye, kitchen faucet that burns me. I only loved you when I needed to boil water. Every other time, you just hurt me with your SCREAMING HOT water.

Goodbye, upholstery shop behind us. I will not miss your customers ringing our doorbell. I also will not miss delivering your mail every day. Nope, not a bit.




Ok, I feel better now. Operation MacNeills-are-Moving in 3 days!

We have LOTS to do- you know, like all the packing and stuff. No biggie.

Moving

Hello bloggy friends,
The MacNeills have some news- we are moving! No, we're not moving across seas, or even across the country. Neither of us got job transfers, and we certainly didn't buy a house. Nope. We are moving 5-8 minutes away from where we currently live because our utility bills are too high in this old house we live in. Exciting, huh?? Not really. We're moving to a brand new apartment complex, which should be pretty nice, but it's small. Very small. I am sad because we are leaving our first place together. I will miss it. I keep trying to tell myself, it doesn't matter where we live, as long as we're together! Cheesy, but true.

So, I apologize in advance if I am a little inconsistent in my blogging. Wait, I've never been consistent. The move is in less than 2 weeks. We started packing- and by packing I mean organizing- this past weekend. But there is still a LOT to do.

So you can expect several posts on me being sappy about moving and all the things I will miss.

Last night, Josh and I cuddled up by our fireplace because it was October 12 and it's freezing. We laid down on the floor with blankets and hot chocolate in front of the fire. So romantic, right? Um, the Phillies game was on. On the radio, that is, because we don't have a TV. I tuned it out most of the time.

I will miss our fireplace.


There are also many, many things I will not miss about this place. Thinking of those makes me a little more excited to move. A little. I will save those for another time.