Moving to not-home...

We are moving.  It's exciting - we will finally (after a month!) be not in three hotel rooms!  Nice rooms, each with a couch, table, fridge, microwave...  but hotel rooms.  It's terrifying, at the same time - it's not "home", it's not even in Winthrop. It is a nice house, an older home but newly refinished, and in great shape! It has lots of rooms, and we should be able to start acquiring those things we're missing.  I'm just conflicted, not sure if I'm happy or sad, excited or scared.

I'm stressed about leaving the hotel rooms, and needing to take absolutely everything with us.  Not that we have collected much, compared to a houseful, but whatever we've collected is all we have.  I need to remember to check the nightstand and not leave my PJs behind... I need to check the cupboards and take all the things in there (except the hotel's plates and glasses!). 

I have several big areas to keep track of.  One is this move to a temporary home, which so far has been going well.  I also have been working on what needs to happen to clean up the old house, and begin the process of a new house.  And then there's the personal property list - which honestly is the hardest.  All of the STUFF...  we have to list each and every item.  The list is still short - I try,  but every so often, there are too many memories related, and I just stop.

I'm hoping that when we're moved into the house it will be easier.  I can sit in a kitchen and think of my old kitchen.  Sit in the living room and imagine the old one.  Hoping that makes the process a little easier - and when I get overwhelmed, I can go to a different room! 

But now I'm going to need to make a meal plan, and get some groceries.  I'm looking forward to it - but it will also be an adjustment.  A new kitchen, and get new pans... people have been great offering things, too.  But it's going to take a little while to feel like home.