The thought of moving out of our old apartment was exciting and relieving. No more loud noises at 3am. No more cigarette stank seeping through our windows. No more petty fights that we could not help but overhear. But the process of moving is a pain in the ass. While I can’t really help my husband move the bigger stuff, I can’t stand the mess that’s sitting in the middle of the living room right now. Our dresser isn’t built yet, and with my habit of collecting books, we definitely need another bookshelf. My son loves our current condition, as he uses the piles of books and bags of clothes as his obstacle course.
We moved to our Northgate apartment last year with nothing but necessities. Now we move to a bigger place with a little more things and a new baby. I just realized how our little family sticks together through thick and thin. Looking back, we are ever so grateful. Some people, even those who are related to me by blood (not by choice), told me to leave my husband when he was unemployed. Thanks to that situation (of my husband being unemployed for awhile), I know their true colors.
It seems really petty and stupid to be stressed out over the mess in the living room. Eventually I will clean up the mess even though I know my son won’t be too happy about me taking away his obstacle course. I mean, I should be thankful for the wonderful friends that I have, wonderful parents & siblings, wonderful husband & kids. Thankful that we have roof above our heads, food in the refrigerator that’ll last us at least a week and that we’re still alive, together and happy. I’m apprehensive by nature but slowly I’m trying to be better. And this blogging thing is helping a lot. It helps me reflects how lucky I am despite what those assholes said.
With all this rant and moving, one might think I’ll be too lazy to cook. Hey, you’re right! But there are mouths to feed. So we had simply roasted chicken the first night in our new place. Just a rub of butter on the skin and stuff the cavity with lemon, onion and cilantro. For the first time in years, I didn’t truss the chicken! We’re dark meat lovers, so the chicken breasts ended up being tossed into herbal soup cooked with daikon.
I’m so thankful for having a wonderful husband who doesn’t complain about moving though I bet he’s sore as heck from lifting boxes of our junk. And he still goes to work the next day like a champ. If you tell me two years ago, that we’ll be living in a bigger place, in a great neighborhood and have another baby, I wouldn’t believe you.