I’ve always been quick to acclimate to change.
For new situations, new locations or, in this case, new homes, I ride my emotional roller coaster then move on, taking the change as a normality.
It’s officially been a week since our move to the new house and though I already feel like the queen of the castle my body and mind have yet to fully relax from the rat race that was the construction of the house. It was a process, a very stressful, very new process that still has my brain whirling! So in true From Italy fashion (See: Parent’s Visit, Year in Italy and Teaching Small Children posts) let’s check out the numbers:
16: months spent in our little, beautiful apartment in Monza, our first.
6: months spent remodeling and working on the new place
12: average hours worked on the weekends
5: different estimates for kitchens
1,091: different ceramic tile options
3: average time per hour someone asked me something I was completely unqualified to answer. “What color do I want the light switch covers? Um, What color do most people choose?”
2: average times I asked what most people do…
53: new words – at least! – learned in Italian (molding, varnish, those light covers that aren’t hanging but more flat-like whose name I don’t even know in English.)
5: hours spent choosing five lamps – are you kidding me?!
1: 9-foot tall bookshelf to clear, clean, take down then reassemble.
7: possible respiratory diseases I now have from the dust of said bookshelf.
2 out of 3: times the conversation was innocently changed to the new house. “That ice cream place is really good.” – “oh yeah? I wonder if there is a good ice cream place in Sovico. Where there’s my new house. Did you know I’m moving?”
17: times per month one or the other of us had a breakdown in Ikea. Get lost? Curl in the fetal position in the closet and wardrobe section, someone will find you eventually.
3: times we called our couch-man. His final response? “Oh yeah, your bed will be here by the end of the month.”
6: months it took of similar responses to learn to just shrug my shoulders and know that someway or another I’ll get my couch.