1 moving trailer + 1 billion boxes + 4 parents + a 24 hour stomach bug + 100 bags of trash = Welcome HOME!!
Luke and I are in our new home and cannot stop thanking God for his provision. We love our new home and cannot believe that it is ours!
When we first got married we spent the first month saying "omigosh we are M.A.R.R.I.E.D!!!" or "WHOA! you are my Husband!!"
This past weekend we have found ourselves saying "omigosh we are homeowners!!" or "WHOA this is our HOME."
Obviously with all of the moving and the fact that my husband had our internet disconnected last Wednesday I haven't had any time to blog, or read blogs, or do anything other than packing packing, and unpacking, unpacking.
I have missed blogging and I am hoping to get back into the blogging swing of things.
I am really tired, and I feel like I can't formulate proper sentences or say anything that is mildly witty, so before I bore you any longer I will just post some picture. Everybody loves pictures.
This is what our apartment looked like last week. Everything packed up. Goodbye apartment 4506 we will miss you.
Saturday was the official moving day. Both of our parents met us at our apartment to get everything to the new house.
The following picture completely cracks me up. If you notice at the top of the stairs my mom is carrying something that appears to be very heavy, further down the stairs Luke looks like he is straining with that large chair, a little bit further down is Megan with those heavy rolls of WRAPPING PAPER. Please darling don't strain yourself. And notice I am the only one posing for the camera.
And again. These were not set up. Look at my face. I seriously think that I am helping out by moving the wrapping paper. Poor girl. And poor Luke still looks like he is struggling back there.
The sea of hair ties underneath my bed:
Me driving Luke's car with my entire closet behind me. Every moment is a photo-opp.
After a long day of helping us my parents headed back home so we took this pic first. (in our new home!! eek!!)
I don't have a picture of us with Luke's parents but we are so grateful that our parent's came to help us. We couldn't have done it without them!!
Sunday we went back to our apartment to say a final goodbye and turn in our keys. Telling 4506 goodbye:
I told Luke to show me how sad he is. I'm not sure if this means he wasn't sad, or if he just doesn't listen to me. It could be a little of both.
One last picture in front of that dented, faded marroonish door.
We worked hard all weekend and got almost all of the boxes unpacked. There are still a few floating boxes that need to be tended to, also, no decorating has been done. That may take awhile. I'm just not sure where I want to hang things yet, and then I start to stress about the fact that I have no idea how to decorate and I'm not good at it and I will never have a decorating blog so then I don't touch anything.
It's a vicious cycle.
Here are all of the decorations just hanging out in the floor:
And our bedroom still full of boxes
One day I will give a tour of the house, I just want to make sure and have everything nice and decorated. So maybe next summer I will do a bloggy home tour.
I'm not even kidding.
Until then I will be busy shopping at TJ Maxx and Hobby Lobby, doing my best to avoid the hubs when he asks for my receipts.
And also working on my giant muscles. Somebody's gotta move the wrapping paper.