I recently bought my first home…well I’m almost there.  We close tomorrow morning.  The process has been intense for sure (who ever said buying your first home was fun must either have had someone else doing all the leg work or been able to buy anything they wanted), and at this point we are just crossing our fingers and hoping we did the right thing.  But I digress…

 Buying a home is not the thing that lets me know I am now a grown up.  You know what is?  Boxes. 

The sheer volume of boxes it is taking to pack up our apartment is absolutely overwhelming.  How much can two people cram into a little 2 br / 1 bath?  We realized last night while we were packing, that before – even when we lived together in NYC – we never settled anywhere for longer than a year at a time.  Which means we never bought enough, collected enough or for that matter lived anywhere big enough to have to pack more than 10 boxes and a few suitcases to move.

Well we’ve been in Atlanta now for SIX YEARS!  That is literally the longest my husband has ever lived anywhere and the longest I have lived in one place since I was growing up in the middle of nowhere.  We have gone from 10 box people to……drum roll please….almost 40 boxes, with I bet at least 10 more to go.  And that is after purging several boxes worth of items to Goodwill.  It’s a little bit astounding to us and a little bit upsetting.  The couple everyone said would never settle down anywhere, seems to have put down roots.  Well, for now at least  

Anybody else had that moment where they looked around and realized they had unexpectedly hit a milestone in their life?