Moving sucks. With that said, Bad Pants and I have moved, on average, every 16 months since we’ve been married, give or take a little. Oh, it was always onwards and upwards (supposedly- I am cynical about this last move). But, on average, it takes us a year to truly unpack and settle in. Mind you, that seems to be going quite a bit faster this time around. Maybe because we’re pros. Or maybe it’s because we don’t have a gigantic 3-story house this time with a big storage room we shuffle boxes into and forget to unpack.
Today, while working on tidying up the house, I decided to go through a box I believed was most assuredly horse tack and a few stray socks. Why? Because there were quilted leg wraps (clean) and a tube of probios on top with a stadium seat pad thingy and a box holding bits of hardware from miscellaneous things. You know, the kind of stuff you dump on top of a mostly full box when you’re in a hurry.
What I found when I started going through the box floored me. There were my missing kitchen utensils! Some I’d already replaced, most I hadn’t. There were jars of spices I’d completely forgot about! Boxes of tea! Unopened, sealed cans of gourmet cocoa! Margarita salt! Holy crap! It was about like hitting the jackpot!
And then, there are the things I had completely forgotten about and replaced already. An apple slicer, cooling racks, a pizza pan, etc. I am a bit saddened at the money wasted replacing these missing things. If only I’d bothered to unpack all the boxes 2 moves and 2 1/2 years ago. How much could I have saved?
How many pairs of socks could I have mated up? Instead, the mates I couldn’t find were tossed away. And now here, here I have the missing socks! Only to no longer have their mates. Poor, poor lonely socks! Well, into the trash they’ll go. My moment of pitty (for them and for my feet) has passed.
Guess I’d better go poke around in some more boxes to see what I find!