Moving...

I've never moved before. Well, not really, anyways. I went to college and lived with a friend for a year after graduation before I got married, but I only brought the necessary belongings with me in both instances. And as a poor college student or first-year worker, I had very little to bring anyways. Then when Andrew and I got married we ordered furniture and had it sent to our new house. On top of all of this, my parents are still in the house that I grew up in. So, I guess it would be more accurate to say that I never had to entirely vacate a house, knowing I'd never be back again.

The process on a whole when very smoothly. I had everything labeled and organized, we had many friends and family members to help us with the actual move (we still owe all of them big time!) and we had beautiful weather the day of the move (what are the chances in December?). It was a bittersweet time, exciting to be moving to our new house we had been waiting so long to purchase and to which Andrew had done so much work, but also sad to be leaving our first house. We have so many memories at 218 Warwick Way and so many projects we did around the house together to make it our home. But, in the end, we decided to tuck those memories in the back of our minds; we will always have them to look back on and now we will have so many more memories in our new house and town!

So, moving day finally arrived and we set about our plan to move four (yes, FOUR!) truckloads of "Martin stuff" to Telford. As I look back, December 28th will forever be engraved in my mind as my first move. The whole day went so smoothly and it just felt as if God was looking down on us in so many ways that day. The only regret I have is that I was so wrapped up in the task of moving that I forgot to take a single photo. So, no U-Haul photos (we may have to visit the local store and "recapture the moment" in front of one of the trucks for my scrapbook :) and no photos of friends huffing and puffing as they carried one of our 20 boxes of books up two flights of stairs to the attic (LOL!). But, what I do have are these few priceless photos of Ben helping Andrew pack our car about 2 weeks before the big move, when we got a babysitter for the day and Andrew and I brought over our first carload of boxes so that I could get a headstart on getting the kitchen organzied.