Moving Day

Oddly enough, when we woke up this morning we didn't know that it was moving day. Our overly-conscientious new landlord kept telling us we wouldn't be able to move in over the weekend because he had a lot of work to do in the place. I wasn't excited about plan B (moving on a dark and rainy weeknight) or plan C (waiting until next Saturday). So, when we got the phone call at 11:30 AM we jumped into action, rented a truck, called our helpers and began a very frenzied moving day. During the last-minute-packing / two-loads-in-the-truck phase I was beginning to think that the Purge of 2009 was no longer in evidence. I couldn't believe how much stuff we still had to move. But, now that I am settling in a bit I can definitely see the results again. Much smoother transition-unpacking-putting-away phase.

First dinner in the new place - Zayda Buddy's mac and cheese and salad, coke, and wine in coffee mugs (because we can't find the box with the wine glasses yet!).