“Don’t pack any more boxes until we know we have the house!” Dave begged me last April.
Upon entering into contract for our house last April, my Leilani-ness took over and I began collecting every box and stack of newspapers I could find.
Then I would rush home from work everyday so that I could play “Packing!”
“Packing!” is a game that I invented where the player must carefully wrap and strategically place all of her household items into color coded and labeled boxes while she watches Judge Judy. The player who packs up all of her earthly possessions before moving day wins.
Unfortunately, Dave and I didn’t know when our move-in day would be.
And the bank hadn’t even accepted our offer yet (which was $10,000 lower than their asking price).
AND we hadn’t even had the house inspected yet (but we were pretty sure it was not liveable).
Therefore, there was really no point in packing….but the possibility of moving felt so much more possible to me than the possibility of staying so could we possibly pack just one more box, dear husband? Puhhhleeeease??
Once the bank accepted our offer, I sat on my hands until our house was inspected.
Once the inspection was over, I released my hands from their bondage and by mid-May three-fourths of our house was in boxes.
We didn’t move until August 1st.
It’s been over a year since I’ve had a painting or picture on my walls and even though I am proud minimalist, I kinda miss my stuff in those boxes.
Unfortunately, my Leilani-ness Clause states that no item from any box shall be displayed until new flooring and light fixtures have been installed in our house.
But maybe one painting wouldn’t hurt.