My life as a hoarder

I think I belong on Hoarders, that crazy TV show where they meet people that live surrounded by boxes and bags and piles of this-and-that-odds-and-ends. Because today, that's what I feel like.

The move to Baton Rouge was pretty smooth, except for a little delay in getting our U-Haul. We made the best of the delay by having lunch with Lisa, Charlie, Connor and Aidan (who can resist the sausage and cheese plate at the Commissary?). Uncle Rich and Ryan were great sports and helped to load the truck, so that was knocked out in about 2 hours. We capped off Saturday night with a visit to the Harrison household to see Ash, Joe, Ty, Ryan, Aunt Deknees and Uncle Rich. Ty got to show off his new walking skills, so the way I'm looking at it, U-Haul just gave us some extra time so we could visit with some wonderful people!

Friends and family were there to greet Scott and I as we rolled into his driveway Sunday afternoon, and they had the truck unloaded lickety-split (even in spite of the surprise thunderstorm). I chose to try and stay out of the way (at least for a little while) holding Luke. Infants area great way to keep yourself occupied when other people are unloading your moving truck.... (just kidding!) Then we ventured out to dinner with Scott's family to celebrate Steve's birthday. It was a great way to kick off my LA residence.

And then we got home. It was so great to get everything off the truck that I didn't really realize just how much STUFF I had, and how hard it'll be to figure out what to do with said "stuff" now that I am here for the long haul instead of living out of a suitcase.

Now, if you know me, you know nothing drives me more INSANE than a messy house/living space. And one crowded with boxes in disarray definitely qualifies as such. But what REALLY floors me is this: Scott and Steven have an amazing attitude about it. I know my influx of junk is completely inconveniencing them both, and yet neither one has even batted an eye as they step over one of about 100 boxes to get to wherever they're headed. And they're totally cheerful when rearranging furniture and moving things around. Which makes me thankful that I've moved in with two understanding and patient guys.

So moving adventure, day 2, is going quite well. I'll post the "after" pictures once things settle down and I can see the floor through all the boxes.