Ever since we moved into our new home at the end of March, I've made a point of loving every minute of it. I love the kitchen space and pantry. I love the room to spread out. I love having backyard with a patio. I love feeling a solid floor under my feet and knowing that no neighbors dwell below. I love listening to the TV at whatever volume I want. I love having a washer and dryer in my home again. I love living on a nice suburban street. I love the awesome layout and general homey atmosphere. I love being all unpacked and feeling like we're at home. I love the feel of both the plush carpet and the cool tile on my bare feet.
I hate that we likely have to move again so soon when we just got here.
For those who have misplaced your scorecards, it was just 5 months ago in December that I packed up and left Portland and drove through lots of states in order to move to Tulsa to join Tom after 9 months of apartness, and then we had crazy neighbors at the Tulsa apartment but soon after got a great offer to rent a house from a friend's family at a price we could afford (see second point at that link), so I packed up all the same boxes again just 3 months later to get to where we are now.
And where we are now is in a situation I'm really not at liberty to discuss in detail publicly (though I have a lot of opinions about it) but where the owners of this house we've been in just over a month are having some trouble and where us leaving now makes more sense instead of holding them to the year lease and just being in the same boat at a later point. But a point at which I'll be in Japan.
I'm sick to my stomach trying to sort out new living arrangements within our budget because it's been so easy to get used to living in a house without walls shared with neighbors and seems so hard to go back to the opposite of that wonderful feeling, but at least I've gotten pretty damn good at packing by now with all that excessive practice, so our 3rd move in less than 6 months (seriously, wtf?!) should seem like old hat by now. Glad I kept the boxes.