We moved from a cute wartime house in a largish city to a 1912 Eatons home in a tiny city. I am so excited to be in a town again with the noon-hour siren, post office for mail and the school so close I can hear the bell from my front lawn.
And, all three kids get their own bedroom, we have a basement and an attic, lovely wood moulding around the windows, hot water heat and lots more to be excited about. So much space after being in a 900 square foot house for many years.
We also have 50 year old carpets with dirt paths worn in, toilets that won't flush, a lot of dirt, one dead mouse which I had to *peel* off a bathroom shelf, a shit ton of wallpaper, cracked paint and the small detail of the bathtub coming through the kitchen ceiling. I'd say it's overwhelming, but that word is too hard for me to type right now.
Today the goal is to unpack at least three boxes and still have plenty of time to ball up in the foetal position and rock back and forth.