Moving sucks.

I can't tell you how much I love my new house. I also can't tell you how much I hate the moving process. We finally finished painting yesterday, but we have been taking boxes over there since we closed. We've stored them in the garage, but while I have been touching up the edges and missed areas of paint, my husband has started to move boxes into the living spaces. I've moved most of my clothes there, all but two work outfits, with shoes, are there, but my dresser still has some tshirts, pants, and underclothes (don't you just love that word?). The last 2 weeks I have spent 4-5 hours after work at the new place, and then all day on the weekends (although last weekend I was at my dad's house again). This weekend is it, we are going to spend Saturday and Sunday moving everything else into the house and officially move in. We still have our rental through next week, but we are going to get it empty and then clean it next week after work. We have our final walk through next Saturday with our landlord. Honestly, as excited as I am to have my new house, I am very sad to be leaving this one. We've lived here 7 years and 3 months. It's the longest I've been in one spot in my adult life. And before we lived in this house, we lived 3 blocks over, so I've been in this neighborhood for 14 years (minus 6 months when we had our "temporary" home in 2014). I will drastically miss my running routes, and my neighborhood. We are friendly with all our neighbors and our current house is on a quiet cul-de-sac (sorta) with a lot of kids. Although, I think Maddox is outgrowing them (they are all younger by at least a year or two), he's at that age where a year or two make a big difference. In a year or two, it won't be so big, but for now it is. I was sitting out on my hammock chair last night enjoying the evening (it was late, but I didn't want to go straight to bed after getting home from the other house) and was thinking about how much I love this area. And yesterday I went to downtown Mt. Vernon on the riverwalk and was thinking that I will miss that too. Yes, my new house is only 5 miles away, but it's a different town (they are separated by the Skagit River) and I won't be able to run along the riverwalk unless I drive there. I'm just sad to be leaving, even though I'm excited for my new house. I wish my new house was in Mt. Vernon, that's what I most wish. Enough of the pity party, I am happy to be moving into a house where we all have our own space. I just noticed that this may be one long run-on paragraph, I promise I hit enter a ton, I'm on my 6th paragraph, but it's acting funny today, I'm sorry.