Get Moving, Sister

Good evening friends! So this is awkward. Remember how my last post promised that I’d write more and then I didn’t? I’m basically like a really bad non-custodial, deadbeat father. I keep telling you guys that I’ll definitely pick you up on the weekends, buy you a pony and come to your dance recital. And then GUESS WHAT? I don’t. Thankfully you’ll forgive me because I’m your father favorite blogger and if you DON’T forgive me, you’re never going to get that pony. Ever.

Anyway, so my last post I discussed how I can’t prioritize and have been incredibly busy with work and that mini human I sprang from my loins 13 months ago. Most people would take a yoga class to calm down or drink copious bottles of $7 chardonnay. But not me! Instead, I found nature’s remedy for stress-relief. Forget bubble baths and tranquilizers, I’m going to relax and calm down by…

MOVING.

Yup, Griselda Mood Headquarters is moving! We are going South! You know, five minutes down the road here in beautiful Rochester (NY), but it’s still south so I’m expecting warmer summers and palm trees to greet us.

We are beyond excited, but anyone who has moved knows that this process is the worst, god-awful, pain-in-the-ass event ever. In the year of 2013, you’d think that moving would be a little more futuristic and efficient than packing cardboard boxes and writing the box’s contents with a Sharpie on the top of it. Has the human race stopped evolving? Why can we walk around on the MOON, but it takes 2 months to process a mortgage and equally as long for me to box up the mindless shit in our basement? This country needs to prioritize. They should be working to make my life easier!

I’ve complained about countless times on this here blog about our current house and neighborhood. It’s an awkward layout that doesn’t maximize space and the neighborhood has really gone down the pooper. I knew it was time to move when we came home from a precious family outing to the museum and saw our newest neighbor who is at least 100 months pregnant wearing a belly-baring t-shirt watching her unleashed, pitbull puppy pee. That kind of image just doesn’t fit into my life. These people remind me of Cousin Eddy in “Christmas Vacation” and I’m half expecting to look out the window to see the husband (boyfriend? Baby daddy? I don’t know) wearing only a lady’s robe and tube socks while drinking a classy can of Milwaukee’s Best.

You know, something like this:

In order to avoid me seeing and hearing that their “shitter is full,” we immediately hightailed it into the house and contacted a realtor. By Thursday evening, the realtor had appraised our house and got the ball rolling. By Saturday morning, we were looking at house to buy and by Saturday evening, that house was ours. I guess the vision of my neighbor’s beastly dog tearing the face off of my beauty queen child was rather motivating.

We moved fast, yes, but the house is everything we could want. Lots of land (free of complicated and unattractive landscape and without a POOL), backs up to a wooded area (ooh, dears!), is very quiet, has sidewalks on every street and actually has space indoors. It’s not much bigger than our current house, but the space is actually where we need it (i.e. not in the finished basement we never use) and everything is new and pretty and untouched by our laziness and Little C’s jelly-smeared toddler hands.

Needless to say the next few weeks (months) are going to be insane, but the light at the end of the tunnel will be worth it. Right? Right.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I must make blogging a priority because it’s a nice little outlet for me and you know I have things to say. Maybe I’ll commit to posting on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Maybe. I can’t make any promises so if you want this relationship to get serious and you want us to move in together and for me to meet your parents; I’m going to have to ask you to slow it down. Let’s just keep this thing between us casual and laid back.

Okay, I must go and eat an impulse purchase I picked up at Target yesterday:

‘Tis the season!

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Anyone move recently? Any tips?

Why are pumpkin flavored things SO good?!

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5 comments

  1. Congrats on the move! That’s super exciting, but omg I know so much work. We moved in March and it definitely was exhausting. But just think you get to clean out stuff and start fresh and no Cousin Eddy!!! As much as I absolutely love Christmas Vacation, it would definitely be no fun living by a Cousin Eddy. Hope all is well and good luck with everything! It will so be worth it :)
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  2. Kelly says:

    Omg! Congrats and good luck with the move!! I think its hard enough moving and adding a toddler in the mix just sounds nearly impossible! But all the stress and packing and unpacking will be worth it :)

  3. Oh, goodness. Best moving tip I have? Hire movers.

    Better yet, get your EMPLOYER to hire movers, because your time will be better spent working than packing and moving all your stuff. [We were totally spoiled when we moved. Thank goodness, because otherwise I might have opted out of “move to Singapore” purely because of the “move” part….]
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  4. Congratulations and good luck! We moved from a condo into our house in May and it wasn’t THAT bad but I don’t think moving is ever easy.

    Sending positive vibes.
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  5. Emily says:

    Come back! I’ve missed reading your blog! I have been reading for awhile and almost never post, but I miss your sarcastic updates. I keep checking in just in case…

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