So, we have officially been living in Nashville for one week now. The new house is still quite a mess even though I’ve gotten a pretty good amount of unpacking done already. I’ve been trying really hard to not overdo it this time on the painting etc. since I injured myself by doing too much too quickly last house, but boy is it hard to be patient with that sort of thing! Each surface I change to be more like “us” makes me breathe easier and a feel a little more at home, so it’s challenging not to barrel through the whole to-do list at once.
In case you are wondering, the ride up to Nashville with two cats was rather challenging, but we made it. Charlie was in my car and Mac rode with Todd, and poor confused (and sedated I might add) Charlie cried for the first two hours of the trip until she finally fell asleep for the last five hours. I hated seeing her all drugged up, but she literally would have been worked up for the whole seven hours if we hadn’t, so I was so grateful when she was finally snoozing in her carrier. Mac was much less nervous in Todd’s car, but once we got to the house and let them roam around, they both were pretty upset in the unfamiliar territory and walked around crying for hours. Charlie buried herself under blankets and inside empty bathroom cabinets for the next three days, but Mac was sweet enough to visit her in there a lot and doze next to her for company. Normally, she wouldn’t dream of letting him that close to her, but I could tell she appreciated the gesture in such stressful circumstances. Even though it’s only been a week, they seem so much more at ease and are even starting to explore the yard a bit. It hurt my heart to see them so confused and upset for the first few days, but I think they are at a good point for being only one week in. Dress/ Asos, Shoes/Nasty Gal, Bag/Forever 21
I must confess that I’ve had very mixed feeling about the new location so far. Some days I feel positive and good about the move, but to be perfectly honest I also had a mini breakdown today where I texted Todd that “I hate it here” and “can we go home now?” He kindly reminded me that we sold our house, so no, that’s not really an option, but he brought me a cupcake to be a sweetie.
I’ve only been out only a handful of times this week that weren’t paint or grocery store related. My sister Rachel and her husband Jon came from Atlanta the first weekend to help us unpack and took us to an amazing dinner at Husk (so good!) and I popped out to meet my fellow BW Stacy for a lovely girls coffee. For the most part though I’m being a total Charlie so far and hiding in my cabinet, but I’m so grateful that I have my Mac(s) to keep me company in there. I’ll come out when I’m good and ready.