On moving

You’ll be happy to know that after nearly 10 hours of moving, our stuff made it safely to the firehouse on Friday. So we live there now… and even afterย 3 full days it doesn’t exactly feel real. This post is all about keeping it real, so here’s a glimpse of the living space the day after moving (pre-major unpacking).





The emotional and mental uncertainty that we’re both going through is kind of hard to put into words. We’ve been excited about the firehouse for months and steadily planning for it. We have lots of plans. We know what it will look like in a few years when the kitchen is opened up and more cabinets are added. We know how the yard will feel when it’s enclosed and the new firepit is built.





What we didn’t know, what we didn’t prepare for, is the feeling of living “in between.” Sure, we had plans for it: make a pseudo apartment upstairs while we finish the studio so we have a sanctuary in the chaos. I just don’t think we anticipated the feeling of seeing our stuff scattered into this new arrangement and still having WAY more room than we’ll ever need. We didn’t anticipate the layout in the bedroom actually working pretty well (minus the weird TV placement and the dead outlets in the half wall.) We didn’t anticipate the tension of sitting in an old building that we own listening to the creaks during our first rain storm and hoping we don’t find a leak somewhere.






I know these are just realities of moving. I’m just not sure we accounted for these things in our plans… in our dreams of owning the firehouse. We’re slowly getting our bearings, pulling things we need out of boxes, setting up as much of an oasis as we can, and cleaning (lots of cleaning.)

This post isn’t meant to come across as a pity party. This blog is equal public space and firehouse diary for us. I want to make sure we remember these first few weird days when we look back at how far we’ve come.


  1. Kati from so happy home

    I’m going to tell you a little story. Forgive me if it’s a bit, well, vulgar… many years ago, when my dog was still with us, our car broke down. We were stranded at a mechanic’s garage with nowhere to go. The dog needed to be walked, so, my husband walked her. She had a habit of eating grass (I don’t know what that’s all about, but it’s what dogs do), so she helped herself to some particularly tall grass. Hours passed, and the car was not ready yet. So, my husband walked the dog again. This time, however, he found himself having to remove the tall grass directly from her, erhm, nether regions. Just as he was bent over doing the dirty work of caring for our mischievous pup a man drove down the road in a convertible, top down, and yelled out, “Been there, buddy!” We still used that semi-shouted phrase to indicate that we, too, have been stuck, face-first, staring at a pile of, erhm, unpleasantness (no one wants to be the one to pull the crap-soaked fronds from the ass of life, but sometimes, it has to be done). Anyway, been there, buddy. Perhaps not with a firehouse, but with chaos, and making do, and plans for the future but a long road ahead.

    Hopefully my little story will help you laugh when you face other trials, and other inevitable bumps in what is looking like a long but exciting (and rather scenic!) road. xoxo

  2. Mandy Schmitt

    We will be closing on our new home next week. While we have not signed up for as large a project as a fire house, there is plenty to be done in our new space. So I understand your feelings, and appreciate your willingness to share…so I know I’m not the only one when I soon have these feelings.

  3. Lisa @ The Meaning of Me

    You have coffee? You’re good to go, girl! I can throw like nineteen trite motivational phrases at you if you like… But how about instead I tell you that Hub and I are right there in the world of “in between” as we navigate the waters of him trying to find a new position, me having to stay behind at the place that let him go…and all the other “stuff” like Kati talked about. Let’s call it…growing pains? So excited for you guys! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Heather

      I love motivational phrases, but real-world “Look, my life isn’t perfect either” examples are my favorite. I didn’t realize Fab Hub was still looking for a new position. That has to be a special kind of stress that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I hope he finds something soon.
      Thanks for the encouragement ๐Ÿ™‚

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  6. natalie

    You should read this often and you will be so proud of yourselves for how far you have come! I’m super impressed (catching up now a bit late to the party). Limbo sucks but it will be worth it. ๐Ÿ™‚

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