Progress

At first, it did not seem like Tim was in a hurry to get our stuff out of storage. I think when were both saying, "I love this!  It is such an adventure," and we meant different things. I thought maybe he meant to make it an adventure with sleeping bags and camping pads on the floor. I meant to make it an adventure by using $200, a can of spray paint, and several craiglist purchases to turn a ghetto place into a cozy home. But I think more and more we are on the same page. 

We make lots of trips to the storage unit. We were planning to try to find a sitter so we could stash the kids somewhere, get a moving truck, and finish the job. But we are both at the same level of stress about our stuff, which is not high. Less stuff is nice. And plus, if I find my clothes and my dresser in storage, then what is my excuse for wearing the same thing every day and "storing" my wordrobe on the floor? So, we are on the same page. We get our stuff little by little. We disgust our friends with picks of our kitchen sink and make them jealous with panoramas of the views. We have a pretty good rhythm.

But the storage unit still seems pretty full: 

An I don't have a cheese grater, a winter coat, or a microwave. Worst things have happened. I don't have a bedroom either. Perspective.