So we did it. We got the keys to the new house in the evening May 9th. We only took the survival bag over that night. (paper towels, disinfecting wipes, a couple plastic cups, t.p. The stuff that if you’re stuck waiting for a service guy to come, you REALLY WISH you had on hand.) We explored with no one watching, we discovered with no one else’s stuff in the way, and we reveled in OUR HOUSE.
The next night, we made a couple runs of boxes and such in my Corolla. Three people, couple boxes…yeah, that was about it.
Thursday night a friend packed his mini-van until cardboard was coming out the vents, and we loaded up the car and led the way.
Friday I had two strong tall friends with awesome willingness, and a truck.
Saturday I had one friend with a big truck, but all those loading were short and also not terribly strong. (I am stronger than I look, but I can’t lift stuff far!)
Sunday we had a borrowed truck, and one borrowed pair of strong arms. We made a lot of progress! Then friend had to go, and I had to take the truck back, and we still weren’t done…
I kid you not, we were moving from nine a.m. Sunday to six a.m. Monday and then I went to work because I had to be there.
BUT! I have a house! I live in it now! I love it muchly! There are a few things I need to fix. There are a few more things I want to fix. There are a LOT more things I want to change and make better.
We still have boxes everywhere. The carport is full of stuff. The kitchen is barely useable, and one bathroom has been designated the “plant sanctuary” and most of the houseplants are in there, safe from devouring kitties until we can get the furniture in from the car port and set up away from things that will let the cats climb up and eat the plants.
I’m not kidding.
But. I have a house. It is a lovely house, and it is MY house.
I also have a new-to-me rolltop desk and a light up rainbow keyboard, but those are entirely different matters.
But anyway. House! I am supposed to be doing other things, so I will just leave it at this for now.