Phase I Complete

I got a message on my voicemail from my dear sister yesterday that went something like this...

"Hello? Alisha? This is Mother Earth calling you. Are you still alive? Please check in and let Earth know if you survived the weekend."

Yes, we are still alive. Yes, we got all moved out of our (now) old house this weekend. I finally finished cleaning yesterday - 5 1/2 hours later - and we turned the keys over to our awesome renters.

Yes, we are now living with some good friends and just waiting out the last few weeks until The Hole is all finished - they are painting right now. Yes, my back has not stopped killing me for the last 2 weeks from lifting boxes and other stuff. Yes, again, we survived.

And YES, I am exhausted.

Oh, and I finished my stupid Community Health Nursing class. SO glad to be rid of that beast. Now I'm in statistics. Heaven help me - you know how I suck at math.

Dear White Tile in my bathroom,

Just so you know, I will NOT miss you when we move out tomorrow. Not even a little. Your pastiness and my dark brown hair just don't mesh well in terms of cleanliness. I pretty much hate you and will be happy to get rid of you.

And to whoever (or should it be whomever?) decided putting white tile anywhere was a good idea,

You were wrong.
It sucks and NEVER looks clean.

You likey my new background? Got sick of the old one.

It's a love-hate kind of thing...

Moving...

This little word strikes fear into the hearts of most people. Not me. Not right now because I'm ready. I've been ready for a while to move and get into The Hole.

But that doesn't mean that this is an entirely pleasant experience. There are things you forget about moving that you rediscover during the process. Things like...

- Finding out how much CRAP you have acquired over the last however long you've been in your place.

- Realizing that you think you're keeping a clean home, but then remembering that "Oh yah. I guess I haven't actually move that couch for about 3 years. Hmm... That's gross."

- Remembering how physically painful it is to lift all that heavy stuff - and then going up and/or down stairs while carrying that heavy stuff.

- Seeing how empty your place looks after taking all your junk out.

Of course, call me crazy or whatever, but I think the pros outweigh the cons. Some pros like...

- Purging. Getting rid of a whole gob of (again) CRAP that you've been holding onto for no apparent reason. This is probably my favorite part. I LOVE de-junking my life.

- Getting everything really clean after you move all the stuff out of the way.

- The excitement of starting something new - starting a new home, new area to live in, new ward, and all that kind of stuff.

- Getting your new home all organized and put in good order. Some of you may be thinking I'm a freak, but I actually like organizing stuff. It's a lot of work but it always looks so clean and neat when it's done.

Well, that's what I think anyway.

I'm excited to get into The Hole, get all my CRAP back out of boxes and get my new home organized. We'll be out of our place this weekend, then in limbo for a few weeks until The Hole is finished.

In the mean time... watch out Mandons... we're comin' for ya.