Friday night, we started the appliance buying portion of the weekend, with Landon buying us a fridge for the new house. It's probably eventually going to be our second fridge for drinks etc, because it's a little smaller, but for now it will work perfect. Then, we met up with some of our good friends, Matt and Jenna, for dinner at Lupe Tortilla--it was a night filled with good food and good conversation and lots of laughs. It was the perfect start to our long weekend.
We hit the sack pretty early that night though, because we were planning to get up early and drive about an hour from our house to a place that has a lot of hills for us to bike on, in preparation for my half ironman in Austin, which will definitely be a lot hillier than Houston! We got up and out there bright and early and then about 2 miles in to our ride, not even 5 minutes down the road, I had a blow out. It made a hole in my inner tube AND my actual tire, which meant that was the end of that. We carry spare tubes, but not tires. SO, my amazing husband ended up switching tires with me, which is a pain, so that I could finish my ride. Then, he walked his bike back to the car. The plan was that he was going to run while I biked to get a work out in, but ended up having to walk bare foot down the road because his bike shoes weren't working out to walk in, and his feet got burned from the hot cement. I still feel so bad about it. So, he ended up driving along with me while I biked and giving me water etc. Seriously, I couldn't ask for a better husband.
Then, about 40 miles in to my 56 mile ride, something stopped working on my bike--we think a wire got bent or torn or something, and I couldn't shift any more. So, that was the end of the ride. I was really bummed because I really wanted to ride the whole distance on the hills, but it just was not to be. We just had to laugh as we threw the bikes in the back of the truck and headed over to drop them off at the bike shop. At least we can say we tried to do the ride!
That afternoon we bought a washer and dryer set for the new house and then spent a couple of hours browsing around Gallery Furniture--only to come to the conclusion that we have no idea what kind of couches we want, haha! I guess we'll keep looking!
Sunday we hung out with my parents after church and got to show them our new house, which was a lot of fun. We had a long lunch and just had a chance to sit and talk before we headed over to the house. With their new work schedules, we hadn't been able to meet up with them to see it yet, so it was nice--it was also good for us because it gave us one more chance to be in the house before closing so we could measure things and get one more good look etc. It's weird that the next time we're in the house we'll be moving in!
And then today was just about perfect. We slept in just a tad and then headed over the gym to swim. It was the first time in a while that we'd worked out together, so it was kind of a treat. After the swim I had a 9 mile run, so I stayed at the gym and ran and Landon went home and mowed and did yard work for the next 2 hours. It looked so good when he was done!
Then, we spent the rest of today doing stuff around the house to clean it up and get it ready for my dad to rent/sell to someone else. It was fun and it felt good to be getting thing checked off the to do list and it was fun to get to hang out together and talk and dream about the future and what we want to do once we get in the new house etc.
But then tonight, as I was driving to Kroger tonight to pick up a couple of things while Landon was doing his Fantasy Football draft, I started getting really sad about moving. I'll miss our house and our neighborhood and all the stuff around us, because it's "our" part of Houston; it's where we started out life and our family together and it just makes me sad tonight to be leaving it. I'm still excited about moving and starting what feels like a new chapter in our lives, but tonight I just also am feeling really sad about this part of our lives coming to a close.
I completely understand being sad about moving. When we left Arlington, I cried about leaving the house... not so much the family or friends, but the house. It was weird. It's just that that was our first house, we had two kids in that house, brought them home from the hospital to that house, totally renovated that house, etc.
ReplyDeleteIt's OK to be sad about leaving... and to be happy about leaving. You'll find that your new house will be just as warm and homey when you're all settled in. Good luck to you!