Saturday is moving day. Since the new house is only 5 minutes away, Jared and I have been packing up the mini every night and taking a load of small things over. We are renting a truck Saturday to take the big stuff over. I don’t know how it’s going to all get done. At this point I feel like just throwing things in plastic bags, but I know that’s how things get lost or broken. We’re short on boxes so we bought a handful of plastic bins to use as storage.
I still don’t know if this feels like it’s really happening. In just a few days we’ll be totally severed from this apartment. We’ll be living (sort of) in the new house. By “sort of” I mean we’ll be sleeping on the floor of the guestroom (on a mattress of course) while we figure out the flooring on the second floor.
Speaking of floors, my dad thought it would be better if we tried to get three coats of polyurethane on the floors instead of two. Mind you we started this on Sunday. The third and final coat should be going down today. It’s the satin finish, so it won’t look and feel like a basketball court anymore. I can’t wait to see them. The upstairs is another story entirely.
I need a vacation. At least a day to relax. Unfortunately I don’t have a whole day to sacrifice. But I can spare a couple of minutes. Need to relax too? Take 2 minutes to do nothing and breath. Maybe you’ll have a more productive day.