You never know how much stuff you have until you have to box it up. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, moving is NOT fun. Unless you don’t have to do any of the organizing. Or packing. Or shipping.
For those not in the know, I just moved to Dallas, Texas, to where my husband (still getting used to writing that!) Cent has been living for the last three years. I had quite the task of boxing up all my belongings to move from California to the Lone Star state. While I filled a couple of black Glad bag with items to donate to charity, I still had quite the mountain of boxes to ship. I think I overwhelmed Cent’s (now ours!) apartment with shipments, between my stuff and gifts being sent by guests, it was crazy!
Check this iPhone photo I took when we arrived to Dallas on Tuesday:
Miraculously, through mostly Cent’s tenacity to get rid of as many boxes as possibly, we made a serious dent and can now walk from one side of the apartment to the other. I’ve barely moved in and we’ve already outgrown the place. Time to go house hunting!
You know how they say everything is BIGGER in Texas? Well it’s true. The weather is much bigger. And by bigger I mean of thunderous proportions. I weathered my first thunderstorm and observed the after effects:
This is the apartment complex pool closest to us. Yes, it is green, that is not the screen fooling you. Pretty gross. So much for swimming.
We partook in our first married date night at Zaxby’s. For those who don’t know, it’s only in the South. Come visit the South and try Zaxby’s, you won’t be sorry. (The iPhone was combating the lack of light):
I do really like the big North Park Shopping Center. Like I said, they do things BIG in Texas. Seriously, this mall makes the shopping centers in the San Francisco Bay Area look little. We saw some interesting things in the Barney’s window display:
So that’s the first of my moving chronicles. First impressions of Dallas. Hello new home.