Friends, I'm whomped. After several plane trips back and forth in search of new housing, the ups and downs of the mortgage process, the last minute three day car trip with two kids and a dog in tow (another post in itself), and our ultimate arrival in a relatively foreign place, I am completely, wholly, and unexpectedly, exhausted.
Thankfully, our stuff arrived in a timely fashion and with relatively few hiccups. I expected myself to immediately be up to the task of unpacking and organizing and making our new house a home. What happened after the movers left? I did absolutely nothing. An almost numbness took over me, and my body was telling me to rest or else I might get sick.
Am I alone in this mysterious onset of fatigue? Or is it a classic case of new homeowner's blues? Daunted by not only the task of unpacking but the looming necessary home improvements around the corner, it's easy to feel overwhelmed. But the mountain of flattened boxes in our living room comforts me as a sign that we have made some progress. I'm reminding myself to breathe, to be appreciative of the next stage in life, and to try to enjoy the moments of taking things one day at a time. Sorry to sound like a complainer, but I can't imagine I'm the only one to feel a bit of an unexpected slump after climbing so many peaks.
Post move, were you just zonked? Or are you the energizer bunny, able to make your new place homey within just days (and if that's you, consider me officially jealous!)?
(Image: Elisabeth Wilborn)