Moving... bleh...

It seems like I'm breaking down cardboard boxes, yet as I look around my "new" home, I am still drowning in loads of boxes and crap as far as the eye can see. Moving is rough, and I've done it a handful of times. This time there are small peaks of excitement in between the moments of bleh. For example, my crafty area is coming along rather nicely, and Patrick's room is even cooler than before. Yet, it seems we have a lot of stuff, and it is overtaking me. My go-getter attitude quickly dissipates when am stepping over cords, boxes, and trying not to trip all the while as there are many oddly placed steps all over the house. The house we moved from was a similar size, I once thought, now I'm not so sure. We have way too much seating somehow, like a couch and two chairs too much. I will keep on trudging through, as I have faith that in the not too distant future it will be beautiful again.