The Move.

24 07 2012
When summer break started after my first year of community college I expected to relax and enjoy the next three months with my kids.  No work, no worries, no stress.  I was really looking forward to it, but then our lease was ending soon and it was time to move again. 
Moving itself was nothing new for me or my family.  I had never lived in any town long enough to plant roots and neither had my boys.  Lance?  Well, Lance was luckier than us.  He grew up in California, although he did move many, many times within there.  This move was different though.  Our original plan was for my dad to buy a house large enough for all of us consolidate our two households.  It made sense for everyone, but as life would have it, the purchase didn’t work out.  So there we were, struggling to find a rental to move into quickly.  We saw two properties, both of which were perfect.  We had our hopes set on either, but one didn’t take pets and the other decided to go with other applicants.  Then there was this one.  Lance found it on craigslist:  an add with no pictures, just a vague description of a large home, with a large deck, and over two acres of property within our price range.  He was elated…  I was apprehensive.  It seemed too good to be true.
 
As we were pulling down the drive all I could see was overgrown, unmaintained forest which was filled with piles upon piles of half rotted scrap wood lying all over the place.  When the house came into view all I could see was an almost failing roof, a garage filled to the brim with…junk, a quite large deck covered in a decent amount of mildew, and more overgrown forest filled with even more scrap wood.  I thought to myself, “This place looks like a dump.”  We went inside.  It was too good to be true.
 
As soon as I crossed the threshold, any hope I had of the inside being a pleasant surprise was gone.  First of all, the house had a odor that was quite offensive.  The only description I can come up with is old carpet, mixed with mildew and decomposing trash.  I cautiously continued through the house, all the while breathing through my mouth, and viewed the rest.  All of the rooms were very dirty, the carpets were scary, the smell never lifted.  The basement was like walking into a cave.  Very cool, but very moist.  I did not, under any circumstances, want to rent this house.  Lance was very, very interested.  He walked through the whole house with the shit eating grin and couldn’t wait to talk rent. 
 
And so it became ours, and with it the list of things to be done in order to bring it up to our standards.
There were so many things that had to be done.  First things first, we had to get the rest of the crap out of the house left behind by the landlords.  So much was removed that we ended up with about several large piles of things to burn, and rented a dumpster that was filled twice. 
After that came cleaning the place up.  Every room had to be sprayed down with vinegar water, every surface scrubbed, every windowsill vacuumed, every window cleaned, every cobweb cleared.  The bathrooms were so filthy that we literally had to take a wire brush on a power drill to the tubs and toilets, and bleach to the rest.  The work seemed endless, but after 14 hours of pure labor, we finished. 
The next day we moved our stuff.  Thanks to the generous help of two good friends, we were able to get all of our belongings.  This was no easy task as we were in the process of consolidating two households into one.  I dreaded moving day, but in the end it turned out to be no where near as hard as I thought it would be.  We had fun, and got our home situated. 
Unpacking was another story.  Lance had to get back to work, so it was up to my dad and I to unbox our lives.  A task that wouldn’t have seemed so pointless if we didn’t need to paint.  But we did it.  We hastily unpacked, not really putting much thought into it.  We just did enough to get everything in the right room so that we weren’t living in chaos. 
When that was finished we started on the painting and bigger projects.When we first started this move, I never thought it would be as stressful as it was.  First, it looked like we were going to have to move into a hotel for a while because we had such a hard time finding a house.  Then the house we are in now seemed like such a dump that I really didn’t want to move in.  I was so stressed through it all.  But after all is said and done, I’m happy with the house we ended up in.  Its going to be a lot of work, but I think that this house will be full of positive changes, and happy memories. 

 
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