Last week was our big move and although our lives are far from settled, all of our belongings from the smallest Lego to largest dresser now reside at a new address. Our new home looks a little like I let R and G direct the unpacking, because, in a way, they did. As I began to unpack our kitchen, I let R and G have a few boxes of toys and their belongings to help occupy them. They were more than willing to help unpack, and after weeks of seeing their toy supply dwindle as I continued to pack, there was a bit of thrill of rediscovery as they unpacked.
My mom shared with me last week that at the top of life’s most stressful events, along with death and divorce, is moving. While our move was a lot, lot of work, I was not feeling overly stressed, until about 16 hours before the moving truck was to arrive at our house. What caused this onset of stress? Was it the final countdown of packing before the move? Was it the realization and emotion of leaving a great home and neighbors? Was it the exhaustion of packing, packing, packing?
My source of last-minute stress was my kitchen…and basement. Allow me to explain:
The day before our move the city shut off our water to work on the water lines on our street. Before I ran out for lunch and a couple errands, I went to turn on the kitchen sink but alas, there was no water. Apparently, I left the kitchen faucet in the “on” position, and when I returned after lunch, my kitchen was a pond. There was water everywhere…counters, floor, and yes, in the overflowing sink. I was with G (R was at a friend’s house), and trying to stay calm, I simply turned off the water and grabbed every unpacked towel and started the clean-up. It took a good bit of time, but when I was done, I was confident I had sopped up all the water. Until…
I went down to the basement to throw the towels in the washer and heard a funny noise coming from the half of the basement under the kitchen. I turned the corner into the finished half of the basement to find a veritable swamp and water dripping from several places in the ceiling. As calm as I had been cleaning up the water in the kitchen, I went 180 degrees in the other direction and became quite hysterical. Our carpet…many of our electronics…and lots of already packed boxes were soaking wet. Overwhelmed with the mess, I called SPH who was thankfully able to leave work and come home to deal with the mess…and me.
Now nearly a week later, I have gained the perspective that SPH had almost immediately that day: a thankful heart that no one was hurt, sick or otherwise in trouble. A thankful heart that no irreplaceable items were ruined and that while a huge, huge inconvenience, the water damage was fixable. And yes, a thankful heart for having insurance, and not having to pay out of pocket to fix this huge, huge mess.
We’re also thankful that the new owners of our home have been more than understanding with this whole scenario. This is amazing given the fact that our kitchen and basement, instead of being “move-in” ready has no kitchen floor, a basement ceiling that will be replaced and basement flooring that is torn up.
All in all, things are going smoothly with the actual move part of our move, if only I had not left that stinkin’ faucet on before I left the house last Tuesday. But onward and upward…our new kitchen, while still residing primarily in boxes, at least has the benefit of an intact kitchen floor. I can’t wait to fully unpack this new kitchen and get creating again. Looking at our new home, I realize that our cup runneth over with good things, not water.