Campfyre Stories

The actual move took about 4 hours, but we got everything.  Two adult men, two adult women and two teenagers.  All told it was much less obnoxious than I feared it would be.

Saturday night Spawn and I (with some help from RC2) got the living room in some semblance of order (although the tower of boxes of books will likely remain a tower for some time, since that’s a lower priority).  Sunday, Spawn had a friend over who busted his butt along with us and we got the kitchen mostly in order.  Sunday we also brought the cats home and they are happy to be there - much more so than I anticipated.

People keep telling me that unpacking is the hard part.  Personally, I find it the fun part.  Finding things I haven’t had access to, putting things up on the walls, figuring out where everything is going to go…  I enjoy that, and it won’t take too long.

The hard part, really, is figuring out what I don’t actually have, especially since I got rid of some very stupid things, like the bedframes…  the trash bin…  the dish drainer.  Don’t ask me what I was thinking, the reality is, I wasn’t.  I also have to stock my shelves from nothing, so all the things you don’t often have to buy, well, I have to buy EVERYTHING - all the basics.

It’s not too bad, though.  I’m enjoying the process of settling in and I think we’re all going to be happy here.

Now I just have to deal with all the administrative details…  changing my address, getting my mail forwarded correctly, getting the internet hooked up.  But I’ll get there…