30 July 2013

A 20-something Girl and the Story of Her Move.

In exactly 8 days, my baby girl is moving out.

The mommy in me is conflicted. I'm really going to miss her. But our kids growing up to be intelligent, independent, contributing members of society is the ultimate goal of parenting, right? I'm incredibly proud of the fact that out of 1000 applicants, she was one of 140 students selected to attend the 5th-ranked Pharmacy school in the US. But I hate that she has to move an hour away. For at least 4 years. Of course, she is 22 years old - so I know we're lucky to have had her live at home this long. And she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself. And at least it's only an hour away and not across the country. But she's my baby!!!

Sigh.

She's going to be moving into an apartment, and for the past couple of months, we've been gathering all of the items she'll need for her new home. Let me share...

This is her office/TV room. Once she moves, this will be my craft room. I don't want her to leave, but I will be very happy to have a dedicated craft room!


I didn't take a picture of her bedroom because there were a lot of undergarments tossed all over and I knew she'd be mad if I took a picture of that. Just imagine another room like her office/TV room - same wall color, same carpet, same mess - but with a bed in the middle of it. That will become a guest bedroom. So she'll have a place to sleep when she comes home to visit. Often. Every weekend. Okay, at least on holidays.

This is the entry hall on the first floor. Yes, that's what you see as soon as you walk inside the door.


This is one side of the kitchen as it opens into the living room. You must successfully navigate the maze in order to sit at the table and eat.


This is the dining room, which is now housing a treadmill, my craft stuff, the dog's crate, and more stuff that goes to the new apartment. Don't even think about trying to walk through here - and you certainly can't eat in here! This is only half the room...and the dog stays here.


And this is the garage. Gus' man cave. His Fortress of Solitude. Tardis. No girls allowed. We usually park cars in it, but now it's home to a couch, a loveseat, a recliner, a couple of tables, and various bins...


Yep. That's the way my house looks. I can't decide if it looks like I'm getting ready for a yard sale or an episode of Hoarders. It's everywhere. And. It. Grows. Every. Day.

If there are no blog posts after August 7, please send help.

Have I mentioned how proud I am of my baby girl? Miss her already...

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