One month after completing another task to add to my busiest year of my life, I’m still tripping over boxes in my new home.
My family moved to a house more accommodating to our growing family, and although many of the rooms are ready, we’re still seeing boxes popping up everywhere. I don’t remember so much stuff being in boxes during our last move more than five years ago.
Maybe the added two bodies in our household have something to do with it.
During our process of boxing up our necessities, we realized most of our junk hasn’t been used since we moved to Clinton. But I’m sure we’ll use it now since we have uncovered them...
Overall, though, the move hasn’t been too bad, considering we had to completely empty our house, load them into a massive truck, unload them into our new house and then find a place for everything in our new house. Needless to say, the final part of that equation isn’t quite complete yet, and by conversations I’ve had with others, that likely won’t happen for a long time.
But this column isn’t about only moving, and the difficulties presented by moving with two small children (although I’m sure a whole book could be written about that topic). Instead, I want to focus on many conversations my wife and I had before moving.
We weren’t sure about staying in Clinton. We have no roots here and my wife works in a different town, so staying in Clinton wasn’t necessary. We had to decide on our future, because in our mind, the house we purchased will be our home for the long haul.
In all honesty, when we came to Clinton more than five years ago, we didn’t believe this was our “home.” I was focused on a career, moving up to bigger newspapers, while my wife would stand beside me through the journey.