Moving In and Moving On

Today at work was SUNY Brockport's 11th Annual Move In Day for incoming freshman. As if I hadn't moved enough of my own personal belongings in the last two weeks, I volunteered to help the students and their families move into their new dorm room. When I worked at St. John Fisher College I worked very closely with the students and their families and I enjoyed that aspect of my job. With my current job, I've lost that connection which I miss and today allowed me the opportunity to reconnect with that part of the campus again. Everyone from faculty, staff, and even the president helps with the moving process and you can tell that the families are impressed and appreciative with how easy the move in process actually is.

Fortunately, I did not have to take part in any heavy lifting (that's why the football team was there) and I was put in charge of directing parents and students to check-in at Benedict and Dobson Halls and then making sure they had their pink ticket so they could drive right up to the dorm and drop off their belongings. I had to be sure that they didn't lollygag when unloading and the traffic was running smoothly through the loop in front of the two dorms. I became very good friends with Officer Dave from campus police and I think this may come in handy in the future!

I also had two very nice conversations with different families, one from Long Island and the other from central New Jersey. Very chatty people, but it is always interesting to see where they come from and if this is their first in college. One mother drove by me as she was leaving the loop and I asked if she was all set or needed help. She replied, "This is my third, I've got this down to a science, and I am out of here!" I laughed, but had a hard time imagining just leaving your child, whether it's the first or the tenth, in their dorm room and going right home after you unloaded everything.

So it was fun day and I will gladly do it again next year! And I would like to point out that three different parents asked what year I was in! That means alot once you turn 30.

The Old Apartment

Last night I stood in our apartment for the last time. I have been so excited and wrapped up with the purchase of our first home and the process of moving that it didn't hit me until I stood in the empty apartment that it was no longer ours. While I have a computer full of pictures and more memories than I can count filed away in my mind, it was still hard to leave and shut the door on that chapter of my life.


I know much of my sadness in leaving the apartment on Brook Hill Lane is associated with the memories and milestones that I have of my little man. It was here that we brought him home from the hospital after months of preparation and anticipation. I can still see him all nestled in his infant carrier as it sat on the chair in our living room with both Scott's parents and my own looking down upon the beautiful life we had created. I can still see him swinging back and forth in his swing as it sat on the floor and it was in that swing that he first smiled at me.


As I stood in the empty living room Monday night I could see the little man crawling and soon after walking. I remember sitting on the floor and guiding him as he took his first steps and gaining his first sense of independence. If I closed my eyes I could hear his first babbles, words, and the wonderful sound of his laughter. I can remember the anxiety and, I admit, the tears of being a first time mother. The late night phone calls to the pediatrician's office and my prayers that his acid reflux would soon go away and with it the discomfort that it brought him.


My little man spent his first two years in this apartment and it is with all of these wonderful memories that I paused to reflect before I walked out the door one last time.

My True Colors...

You Are Cameo

You are understanding and very empathetic.You don't tend to have acquaintances. Everyone is your friend.And all of your friends tend to be friends. You have a knack for bringing very different people together.

What Color Orange Are You?

I think this quiz describes me a bit better...

You Are Apple Red

You're never one to take life too seriously, and because of it, you're a ton of fun. And although you have a great sense of humor, you are never superficial. Deep and caring, you do like to get to the core of people - to understand them well. However, any probing you do is light hearted and fun, sometimes causing people to misjudge you.

What Color Red Are You?

And this one just made me smile (and those who know me best will know why)...

You Are a Blue Flower

A blue flower tends to represent peace, openness, and balance. At times, you are very delicate like a cornflower. And at other times, you are wise like an iris. And more than you wish, you're a little cold, like a blue hydrangea.

What Color Flower Are You?

Home Sweet Home

We did it! We finally moved into our new house. Saturday was the big day...the movers arrived at 8:59am and we were "settled" in by 1pm. So now we have furniture in place and a pile of boxes sitting in our dining room. And that's OK!


While we were definitely excited about finally moving, we will admit to being a little nervous on Friday night. We hadn't actually spent the night in our house yet so you begin to wonder about strange noises you might hear or the little things you just don't expect. The movers showed up right on time Saturday morning and got right to work. The little man took turns sitting on our lap and ate breakfast while thoroughly enjoying the moving guys carry everything out of the apartment. It took a few hours to load the truck and then we were off to the new house.


The process of unloading the contents of the moving truck seemed to go much more quickly and by 1pm we were done. Then it became the process of setting up the bedrooms so we could all sleep comfortably that night. My husband worked on putting the little man's crib together and I started laying out the pieces of our bed. We are all very tired at that point so we put the little man down for nap and we sat in the living room only to wake up to our doorbell. Very few knew where we were so we were both surprised to hear the doorbell chime. I answered the door and it was a nice young guy selling packs of meat! I nicely told him we had just moved in and were not interested at this time. I was laughing as I told my husband what he was selling since it reminded me of my father-in-law's stories of when he was young and worked for a company called Meat City, but that is for another entry.


We then went back to the apartment to pick up some smaller items we had left behind and get the cat. We weren't sure how he would react to his new home, but he seemed to take to it quite quickly and seems to be settling in (thankfully). We think he is enjoying his new hiding spots away from the little man and what cat wouldn't enjoy some peace and quiet away from an energetic two year old!


Sunday we all slowly woke up and then ran some errands including a good old trip to Target. I love Target! Some people love other stores that need not be named, but I am definitely a Target girl. Sunday night we had dinner and then all relaxed in the living room. While the little man played, my husband hooked up the modem so that we could resume our nightly rituals of surfing the web on our laptops. All seemed right with the world at last!