To our moving peeps: Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you.
I’ve spent a total of two nights at the new house. It’s cool and quiet and peaceful (or maybe that’s exhaustion talking) and doesn’t make lots of squeaking noise like 620 did. Our stuff is piled in the doctor’s offices waiting to be sorted through, moved around and unpacked; Jen’s at home right now washing our dishes and sorting through the kitchen gear. Our list of stuff to do is growing by the minute, but for the next week or so, I’m going to quietly enjoy the relief of having the worst part of the move over with.
It didn’t take a 20′ truck to move all our stuffit took two of them. it’s back at the rental place, and it was fun to drive, but I’m glad that’s over with. Jen’s couch and furniture made it to the dump via her neighbor Henry, which was fantastic good luck. We have plants in two locations waiting to come home, and the balance of Jen’s plants still to move.
This morning Jen woke me with a gentle hand on my arm and we laid in bed talking until I started forming coherent sentences. We drove to the coffee shop down the street, where the guy behind the counter welcomed us back. Returning to the house, we sat out on the back porch and ate breakfast, watching the squirrels chase the birds, feeling the breeze across our faces, and enjoying the morning.
I’m scared out of my mind, but I’m finding peace in small places.