In late November 1987 we arrived in Ohio with a car load of possessions. Shortly after arrival all our things we’d stored in Evansville (wedding gifts galore) began tricking into our home. We’d gone from light and clean to slightly cluttered.
Since it wouldn’t all fit, we bought plastic crates and filled a closet with them. It filled a closet, but with the door shut you never knew and out of sight out of mind!
In late March 1988 I was sick. Really sick: passing out, throwing up, sleeping a lot, and unable to keep up with life and work.
In mid-May I finally went to the doctor. That’s when I found out I wasn’t sick, I was pregnant. Pregnant with serious, long-term morning sickness.
This change in family status necessitated moving from our cheap, old, run down, drafty apartment to something a little nicer. After several months of looking, we found a cute little 2 bedroom apartment. It was adorable and probably my favorite of all our homes.
The thing about this apartment was it was bigger than our efficiency apartment in Texas (350 square feet) but much smaller than our existing apartment (900 square feet). 600 square feet with small closets and no storage space and we were adding a child. In those days before the move, I began to purge. I’d open a box in the closet and if I’d never used anything in there, I’d stack it up in a corner. A couple of days before the move, DAV came with a truck and hauled it all off.
What I learned from this move was if it’s in storage you’ll forget about it and buy it again.
I also learned that a tiny new life could suddenly upend everything I ever thought I knew. And that was a good thing.
I also learned that babies don’t need 90% of the stuff I was given at multiple baby showers.