So we closed last Thursday. It's official. We're homeowners. We will actually be moving. I am at turns exhilarated and freaked. My mom was in town this last week helping me with Lowell while I shuttled back and forth from the city to Beacon. Matthew and his dad and uncle were up there priming every possible surface in our new house. (This might not seem unusual but none of these relatives live close by - all took planes to get to us - we are not worthy!) I have picked paint colors, not a favorite activity since I can barely commit to a lunch order. Our apartment is getting tinier by the second in comparison to our new space. When I was in kindergarten we moved from an apartment in Chicago to a house in Indiana. I remember that the thing that I was most excited about was that my sister and I would be able to run as much as we wanted in the house and there would be no downstairs neighbors to complain. I am re-living that excitement on many levels. But as much as I am itching to get into the house I'm also feeling very strange about leaving Brooklyn and life as we know it.
First of all I am starting to realize that I don't know anything about living in a house. I haven't actually lived in one since I was 18. You wouldn't think that it would be so different from an apartment but we might as well be moving into an igloo. There are all sorts of things that are very foreign. Like having a garage. And a washer and dryer. And a real kitchen. And stairs. And owning earth. I decided to water the flowers in front of the house since we'd be gone until the weekend. (This is in itself humorous because I had no idea what I was doing, it just felt like something that should be done). I asked Matthew if there was a watering can. He was like, "Yes, it's called a hose and it's attached to the side of the house." A hose! Our very own hose. This was a revelation. Also, how many smoke alarms do you need in a house? And goddamn if there aren't a lot of doors to lock. You pay for sewage? How exactly does a thermostat work? What is the etiquette with your neighbors? Whom do we call about the groundhog in the yard?
But that's in the future. Right now I have to pack. And I am feeling very, very, very overwhelmed. Thank you for the tips so far - they have been really helpful. If you have any more I would appreciate them. I have spent a couple days staring at the inside of boxes wondering how exactly they are going to get filled and then have just gone back to throwing stuff out so I don't have to move it. At this rate I'll be taking everything up in a couple garbage bags. Seriously though, even though I have moved several million times it is still a mystery to me how all the crap actually gets into containers and then shipped and then in place again. It's like I go into a semi-coma state so I can't remember anything the next time I have to do it all again. Any and all advice is welcome.