Oh my goodness! We moved. AGAIN.
Four years ago we moved to Portland, OR to be closer to family. It took us a year to actually move, because my mom died and we came to the funeral from Florida to Oregon. Three weeks went by in a blur and my dad begged us to stay to help him with the bills and such. So we stayed. That year my husband went to Florida, packed up my car, and moved what we really needed. Not even a year later my dad remarried and (drama) asked us to move out. We moved to an apartment that was in the same town. We were miserable. The apartment life was not us. I was eight months pregnant and third floor was the pits. Our marriage was going down the toilet fast. My husband had a hard time starting a business and was dealing with the loss of his brother that sent him down a very destructive path with alcohol…sigh. Then an opportunity came up to rent my aunt’s house. It is around three thousand square feet total, including a basement, garage, and backyard for the boys to play in. I was so excited to get out of the apartment. As I cleaned the floor in the tiny kitchen of that apartment I heard the Lord speak to me, “do not move into the house, I have something better for you, wait". I stood on my knees and fought with the Lord that day. I told Him how I know this is better for us and our marriage could not survive any more blows. I heard the Holy Spirit speak again, and again I fought. So we moved into the house. The house is old, but charming, and I loved it. THEN, things started to break down, the plumbing and toilet situation was out of control. We had one bathroom that worked and when doing laundry I had to use a hose that connected from the washer into the bathtub. I was bleaching the bathtub nightly so the kids can take baths. And that is just an example. I won’t talk about the mold and the leaky roof… And our marriage was not surviving my husband’s addictions. He blamed the house. My Aunt sold the house she lived in and gave us notice to move out, so she can finally fix the house we were in and move into it. We searched for a house, but nothing was available close to my son’s school. So back to the apartment we went! The only apartment complex that had availability was the one we lived in before. We are back to the place the Lord spoke to me so clearly telling me to wait. Our marriage is back to the state it was in when we lived in the apartments. We are literally back to where we were two years ago. So that’s that.
Let’s talk about the move! I mean, have you moved with three kids? It was so stressful and hard! I’ve got some tips to get through it.
Get a sitter. Or a sister. Or someone to help watch the kids! Better yet, send them away. I am blessed to have a sister that took the boys on moving day.
Don’t grocery shop for about two week prior to moving day. I discovered all kinds of meats in the freezer and was creative with items from the pantry. We had a lot of soups and stews those two weeks.
Get some storage bins. Moving from a house to an apartment means you’ll need storage space. Ask your parents, in-laws, or siblings for a little space in their attic or garage to store things you’ll know you won’t need in apartment life. We got our bins at Costco.
Label maker is a must. This one on Amazon is easy to use. I used this for the storage bins.
We also had moving tape with labels. best thing ever, click here.
Plants – I picked up some boxes from Costco from the produce to transport my plants. The tall sides and handles, made them ideal (see picture).
Hanging clothes- keep them on hangers and bag them. This is the best tip! I’ve never moved my hanging clothes easier. (see picture)
And Pizza, order pizza for all the men that helped. Happy helper=fast move.
Most important, just don’t stress. This is part of life and it is for the better. I know it is for us. Even thought, we are back to where we started, I know there is an amazing season coming. I am way more content with this move than I ever was with any move so far. I am excited to see where the Lord will lead and this time I will listen to the leading of the Holy Spirit.