How many people here live in a house?
Okay, looks like everyone except the hobo in the back. That’s cool, bro, you’re welcome here.
Anyways, my grandparents made the momentous decision to move to our neighborhood, which is easier said than done. First of all, they lived an hour away from us, and second of all, there aren’t any vacant houses in our neighborhood.
I guess that’s what happens when you live in the country.
But, that meant they had to get a house built before they could even start packing boxes.
Thank goodness for mobile homes!
Or whatever they are. I’m no expert.
They bought a gorgeous triple-wide house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s really nice, and the rooms are pretty good sizes.
It was an exciting day for us Hardens when the movers brought the three pieces to the yard. The site was pretty much right in our backyard, which had been chosen after much searching and some precipitation problems. (This place loves to collect rain 😑) (Not gonna lie, though, it’s nice having them about 50 yards from the house, even though that wasn’t the original plan) We all piled outside and stood (at a safe distance, of course) to watch the guys get the house ready.
Up until then, I thought that moving a mobile home to the spot was all there was to it. You just stuck the house on the site, and it was ready for living in.
That’s not how it works, apparently.
It took several days for them to get the house in place and all attached without any cracks or holes or stuff. And then, after that, GUESS WHAT?!! The electricians had to come in and electrify the place, and the carpenters had to come in and carpenter a front porch, and all those great builder-ly people had to do their builder-ly work to get the place ready.
It was a happy day for everyone when the house was proclaimed COMPLETED!!! (Mostly)
*cue the party music and confetti*
But, the next stage of moving them here was about to commence.
Boxes are scary. I remember when my family moved when I was seven. (Or eight. I don’t remember) We were unpacking for months. And then, several years later, my mom found a box that had never been unpacked. It was like a treasure chest.
Or, a treasure diaper box? LOL
Anyways, my grandparents have a lot of stuff. A vast majority of it is delicate and/or breakable and/or has some kind of memory attached to it. A couple of weeks before they moved, before we knew the official date, me, my parents, and three of my siblings went to their house and took a whole bunch of boxes and outside furniture and put them in the shed they had put near their new house.
That was definitely not the longest day ever
And then, the Saturday before they were going to officially move to their new house, five cars, all loaded with boxes, drove into the drive.
Unloading took awhile. I got out of most of it because I had a class on Zoom.
I never dreamed that school would be a fun excuse, but here we are. The house was so full of boxes. The kitchen was one massive sea of boxes, and the dining room table was piled high. It was, like, Mount Boxmore. I’m so sorry. Puns hurt.
And then, the Monday afterwards, the momentous day arrived.
Two massive U-Haul trucks were parked in the drive for most of the day. You know, those trucks that look pretty short from certain angles, but when you step inside, it’s like Narnia on wheels? Those massive trucks.
The three movers were nice guys. They did their job well, and took great care of all the stuff. (Which is important, because the grandfather clocks my grandparents have appear to be a whit pricy) Also, one of the movers is also a paramedic. Go figure.
Quick storytime real quick!
Oh, look at that, I ended a sentence with the same word I started it with.
So, I walked outside to our goat pen, which is across the road from my grandparents house. I was just going to visit Jack, you know?
Because how on earth can you not go visit this little nugget?!!
I was in the pen for awhile, and I inadvertently herded the goats closer to the road, where they’re easy to see from the yard. Well, I left the goat pen and went to the house, where the movers were hard at work. Then, two of them stopped working, pulled out their phones, and walked over to the edge of the road.
To take pictures of these guys!
Donald and Kevin, our resident Billies. They’re pretty big, but they’re so sweet. They don’t use those horns to harm anyone except the other goats that they live with but we’re not going there. They were just grazing in view, and apparently, the movers had never been around such big goats.
So, yeah, they were famous for some time.
Actually, the guys wanted their picture made next to the goats, but it got too dark.
So yeah, that was our storytime for today, kids. The moral is, don’t let anyone hold you back from your dreams, unless it is the darkness, because the darkness is all-powerful, and is to be feared.
I’m just kidding, of course. Don’t ever take me seriously, unless you should take me seriously.
Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, boxes. And furniture and stuff.
It took several hours to get all the furniture into place, and the movers didn’t leave until seven or eight o’clock. And then, we moved boxes out of the kitchen to the correct rooms until ten o’clock. I was so tired out. I even had a headache, which does not happen often. But, I felt much better after a good night’s sleep.
So yeah, now our grandparents are moved in right next to us. We’ve spent a lot of our free time at their house unpacking, but it’s not horrible. There are so many treasures to be found.
Have you guys ever moved? What was that like? Do you have grandparents living near you?
Thanks for reading!