I was going to start this off with a list of numbers to summarize exactly what's been going on the past three weeks (or months, really, if we're being totally honest), but then I got overwhelmed and decided that this experience has been way too hard to quantify. Instead, just imagine a heckuva lot of cardboard boxes, paint, swear words, exhausted nights, trips between the house and the apartment, and stress. Especially the stress.
But, after the dust settled, it was official. We had moved out of the apartment and into the house. We're still unpacking and finding the best placement for all our stuff, but I'm opting to think that the hard part is over. Sure, I still haven't found my comb and our linen closet is currently storing more home renovation stuff than linens, but, whatever. I am currently sitting on my back porch, enjoying my newly-assembled patio furniture, and blogging, wine in hand. Not too much to complain about in that scenario.