We've Moved! #BEDM

Because I've done a terrible job of letting friends and family know that we've moved, I thought I'd share a few details of why we moved and where we moved to.

For those of you that didn't know, we recently moved out of the home we'd been renting for the last 12 years and into my father-in-law's home. The owners of the house we were renting want to do an extreme home makeover, and their plans include knocking down some walls, the back door, and I don't know what all else. Us living there makes that a little difficult, because how can a family of six be expected to live in a house with missing walls and mountains of dust and debris? Alf (Hubby) will continue to rent the shop space (that was right next door to the house) for now, so it's nice to know that he'll only be three doors down if we need him.

One of the first photos of our old place I ever posted on the blog. (Look how little Jack was!)

We spent our first night at my father-in-law's in the beginning of March, and have slowly brought our things over. (The owners gave us five months to find a new place and move out.) The hardest part has been clearing out furniture and items from my suegro's (father-in-law) house to make room for our things, and getting rid of, selling, or giving away our things that just won't fit in my suegro's house. (We're occupying three bedrooms, the kitchen, and a makeshift living room.) The first big item of ours that we sold was our dining room table and chairs. It was the first piece of furniture we bought when we moved into that house, and letting it go was a little hard for me because I remembered all the meals Alf, the kiddies, and I shared together, birthdays and other family celebrations, and all the times the kiddies and I reupholstered those chairs.


That old house and I had our problems (which I wrote about a lot in the early days of this blog), but it will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the first (and only) home we've lived in here in Mexico on our own. (We lived with my in-law's for the first 3 years we were in Mexico.)

Moving into my suegro's house felt like a natural step because we were already spending the majority of our time there caring for my suegro (who needs constant supervision and companionship), preparing and eating all of our meals, and even showering. We only went "home" to sleep, do laundry, and use the Internet. In those three years, that house stopped feeling like a home. And our things were collecting dust from neglect. There were items in my kitchen that I completely forgot I even had! And books I never got around to reading or cooking from.

Little by little I'm working on making my suegro's house feel a little homier, without changing too much so my suegro doesn't recognize his own home. (He has Parkinson's dementia and often doesn't know where he is.)

One thing I really do miss is having my own "space" to work and write. In our old place I had a mini home office against the smallest wall in our bedroom. But here at my suegro's house there really isn't the room for it, so I'm getting used to writing and working at the kitchen table. Which is good, because it's the room where I spend the majority of the day cooking and cleaning. And one thing I am loving about my suegro's house is the wooden table next to the stove. I removed the oil cloth tablecloth that had been covering it for as long as I can remember, and found the most gorgeous, distressed natural wood. It's perfect for my food pics for my Cocina blog. I LOVE it and can't stop photographing it. (The last five recipes on my blog have been photographed on that table, and that is just the beginning.)

Stay tuned for a blog post later this month with a photo tour of our new home. And if you have any questions, let me know in the comments below.












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