My vacation ends in the morning. It was a working vacation, because I spent most of it moving into our new place. A couple hundred boxes later I am ready to get back to a regular work week.
We are all starting to get comfortable in our new place. We’ve moved most of the trash out of our way, set up most of the rooms, turned on the utilities and essentials. The groceries have been bought, the cats and fish have been relocated. It’s starting to feel like home.The neighborhood has been explored and the neighbors vetted. We’ve mapped our routes, to our jobs as well as the most important retail locations.
We have had our share of getting lost and learned not to trust our navigation systems. The car compass and knowing where we are heading, has been the most reliable. You are never truly lost, if you’re happy with your final destination.
It took us two months, to make the move. Cathy and the handbook from her employer, made the logistics seem effortless, it wasn’t. Cathy did a terrific job. The moving company was awesome. Our employers were cooperative, on the most part. It was the perfect storm of fortunate events.
I was twenty years in my previous home. I never planed to move again. The economic realities changed things. We are very happy with our new reality.