After a day of driving and fighting the tears that would surface as we drove further from home I walked into our apartment (the place we would now call home) and I have to admit I would of sat down and cried if it wasn’t for the fact I had men showing up to help unload the truck(major blessing).

I immediately knew I had not gotten rid of enough stuff. I wish I could say I kept a good attitude, but I spent that evening and many days over the next week going between anger and a deep sadness as I got rid of more stuff and started to adjust to the small space. I’ve missed my friends, family, and my house. I realized how much I took for granted. I had family near by that I don’t think I told “Thank You” or “I Love You” enough. I was surrounded by friends on every side. I felt safe. I had a yard to send my kids out to play in and I didn’t worry about them.

I’ve tried hard to focus on how blessed we are and that our family is together again. I also say to myself often “It is just stuff”. As we have been living surrounded by towers of boxes it has gotten easier to get rid of stuff. I find it freeing now and get frustrated when I need to keep something, but have no where to put it.

Here are some pictures of what it looked like after unloading the truck and then how it looked 24hrs later. I’ll be posting more pictures soon. Most of the boxes are unloaded, but I still have stacks of stuff that we need, but I’m not sure where to put.

Dining room on our first night	Dining room 24 hours later
Living room on our first night	Living room 24 hours later

What I’ve learned:
I blamed my unhappiness on the small space at first, but found as soon as I started to make friends the sadness I felt started to lift. It really is the relationships that matter not the stuff you have or the space you live in.