Recent weeks have been consumed by the big move. The last days of November consisted of disorganized packing (throwing whatever was left into boxes and bags) and the first days of December have consisted of organized unpacking (the kitchen has been the easiest). We have functioning rooms and are well on our way to sprucing up, but there are still some boxes.
The brightest star of unpacking was probably my day two auto faux pas. We had finally cleared the garage of the excess entertainment center and desk. I excitably pulled Mariah in and parked all nice and pretty. Made the last minute decision to move slightly to the right to make room for laundry. A few seconds later my passenger side mirror was flying across the garage. Since then a hefty amount of tape has patched it up rather nicely, and its held against freeway driving and a couple windy days.
Other than my mishap, the move has been relatively pleasant. It’s an uncomfortable but very exciting thought when we find a minor problem but cannot call it in since we own the place. Far more good than bad, definitely. Hopefully the boxes will unpack themselves while we go through finals and come mid-December we will be ready to have visitors and I can put up a few pictures.
In the mean time, enjoy the taped mirror:
The horrible horrible shame in your voice when you called me to tell me you busted off Mariah’s ear was priceless.