All is Calm

December 27th, 2009 | Posted by Alison Spath in Life

Remember me??

Christmas at Grandfather's House

It’s hard to believe that 48 hours ago we were opening presents

Opening Presents

Playing with new Slinky’s on the stairs at Grandfather’s house

Playing with New Slinky's

Eating too many Christmas treats and not nearly enough fruits or vegetables

Too Many

Trying to take pictures of Christmas spiders

Spider

I said trying to take pictures of Christmas spiders

Christmas Spider

Chillaxing by a faux fire watching A Christmas Story at Great Granny’s house

A Christmas Story

All while there was serious work to do at home.

Packing Insanity

I need to give a huge shout out to all my family and friends who jumped right in and got more work done in the last 24 hours than I ever believed was possible.

Finally Here

With the help of many, we loaded a 26 foot moving truck

Almost Full

With all our precious cargo

Be Gentle

And hauled all our worldly possessions from Suburbia to The City.

We're Here

I have to say thank you to Mom, Dave, Ellen, Dan, Pat, Kyle, Shawn, Kath, Sharon, Nick, Kate and Tara for all your help with watching children, packing, moving, taking doors off hinges, picking up miscellaneous socks and pennies, taking things apart, packing up my bathroom and telling me you learn a lot about a person when you go through their medicine cabinet, wrapping my dishes in bed sheets, cleaning, loading trucks and cars, driving, unloading, unpacking, cracking jokes to keep us laughing, putting things back together, ordering food, making beds, agreeing to be kidnapped and making another run, carrying cats on laps and coming over late last night to give me a second wind to get rooms in order and give us some semblance of a house.

They aren’t kidding that moving is right up there with changing jobs, getting married and having a baby for one of life’s most stressful times.

I’ve moved a lot of times in my life. From home to college residence halls (x3) to off campus apartments, to home, to Ireland, to home again, to a village apartment, to a house in the country, to a house in the suburbs and finally, to a big old house in the city. Never before have we moved as a family of four, and never before have I attempted to move with So. Much. Stuff. But we did it! We’re here! And I sure hope we like it here because the only way I’ll move again is with the shoes on my feet and everything I can fit into back pack.

And now here I am on Sunday morning, overwhelmed with love and gratitude for all the amazing people in my life, trying to remember what it’s like to be a food blogger and eating an orange on something that sort of resembles my desk in a place that we started looking for more than 2 months ago and is some how already starting to feel like home.

Orange Slices

And a big thanks to everyone else for your warm wishes, phone calls, emails and comments over the last couple of weeks. I am so grateful for all of you too! Thanks for sticking with me through this crazy time.

Now it’s time to hit Publish and get ready to give my running sneaks a tour of the new neighborhood. This is assuming I can find my sneakers, of course.


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