I’m sitting down. I’m blogging. This will be brief, because there’s so much more to do. However, we’re in. The old house is ready to go. This one has a lot fewer boxes than it did, thanks in a big way to mom and dad, who stayed over a couple of nights. It gave hubby time to do wiring and furniture putting-together. We’re very, very tired.
I have to get fixtures for the master bath, storage for the kitchen (pull-outs and racks and stuff – the kitchen has space, it just needs to be set up), some yard care things (who’d’a thunk we could forget a rake, eh?). We need to get mattresses for the kids, and we can’t put their bedrooms together until their rugs are installed.
It’s good, though. The neighborhood is quiet, but we’ve met a few of the neighbors already. I’ve cooked a real dinner for the first time in what seems like weeks. The cats have learned their way back home. The dog will even have a bunch of friends to play with.
We’ve found a good sushi place and a good Chinese place, we’ve located the supermarket, and Lowe’s and Target are just a stone’s throw away. In another week, we should be ready to start getting things out of storage and seeing if and where they fit.
Once I’m more together and my PC is set up, I’ll tell more and give out props.
It’s been so crazy – packing, moving things into the new house, painting the new house. . .tomorrow it’s going to be mostly over.
Today, our friends Mike and Ellen came over and helped us pack for hours! The Home and School and some of the other teachers and moms gave me speeches and awards and lots of lovely sentiments (Oh, yeah, I had the waterworks going there.) Everyone has been so wonderful, and it really is both sad and uplifting to know that I’m going to be missed. I’ve moved a lot of times, but that has never happened. Wow. The kids are sad and excited, hubby is. . .sore. I’m just wanting the work part to be over, and the fun part of getting into the new house and inviting friends over for beach weekends. (This, in November. I’m such an optimist.)
If I could shrink everything, or even teleport everything, I wouldn’t have to pack. That would rock. I had to finish a couple of sewing projects before I could pack up the sewing room, though. After I move, I’m keeping it a secret that I sew. Nobody will know, so I will not be hemming pants or making curtains or anything like that. I’ll dive into my stash and create wild and wondrous things and if anyone asks me to make them, I will set the price astronomically high so that they’ll either back off, or make it worth my while. Hubby isn’t going to tell anyone he’s a programmer, either. These will be our secret alter-egos. By day, we will be average New Jersey suburbanites. I can hardly wait.