Not All Sunshine and Rainbows

You know what people never tell you? That buying a house isn't all sunshine and rainbows.

Oh hi house. I can't wait to see you in the springtime.

Now don't get me wrong. I love our house and I'm so excited to finally live there. But last night, after a long ass weekend of painting and installing lighting fixtures and breathing in the horrible fumes of polyurethane, I got home and wanted to pack. But I was just so SO tired.

I had a horrible headache and was on the verge of tears. While we have done so much already, I just feel like the list of things we have to do is still SO long. Paint trim, pack, install more trim, pack, deep clean the carpets, pack, pack, more packing. Oh and then all the unpacking that happens when we actually get everything there. 

And don't even get me started on the amount of money we have spent on random ass shit since we officially took possession of the house. Paint and renting the tools to refinish the floors and light bulbs and a ceiling fan and a thermostat (I legit think the one that was there was the original one....from 1938). Oh and a grill which we may have splurged on a little. Those were all things we wanted. But we've also realized that a drawer in the fridge was broken. And the lint trap in the dryer has a giant hole in it. Oh and the dryer also smells- so we really need to have someone come check it out. 

Those lists are enough to make me need a glass of wine. And I've already had like 3 tonight...it's how I survive packing.

So yes- the whole buying a house thing is amazing. It's a big life choice and it is so incredibly exciting to finally own a house with my husband. A house that will soon become a home. A house to have countless fun nights with friends, holidays with family, where we will start our family together, buy our first dog. 

But damn is it exhausting. If you will soon be buying a house, expect tears. Happy tears, sad tears, frustrated tears, tired tears. The number of feelings I have experienced in the past two weeks? Enough to make me crazy.

I know in two weeks these feelings will be a distant memory. Yeah, I'll probably still have a few boxes to unpack. But all my furniture will be in one place. I won't go digging for a pair of shoes at the apartment and then realize they are at the house. I will be able to cook in my kitchen and not have to think about what pots and pans I can take to the house. And I am SO ready for that. Ready for the REAL sunshine and rainbows that happens after moving. 

I apologize for the rambling. But it's kind of the best I can do right now.

And a huge thank you to Ashley for fully understanding how I feel right now and for being there to text constantly about this.