So, moving day pretty much went as expected. I get a call on Sunday at 4:00 PM from the apartment complex, explaining our carpets will not be dry until 3:30 PM the next day and can we move in then? Um...NO! We hired a moving company since we're "old" so, that was not happening. I did, however, ask them to go over in the morning and turn on all the fans, including the A/C fan in hopes it would dry the carpets. It did. I also called our mover at 8 AM to see if we could postpone our move by a couple of hours. They did. So, it did, in the end, work out. WHEW!
As I did a quick walk through (very quick) I found I missed several items that are problematic. Garbage disposal not working, fridge missing the shelves over the produce bins, bleach container in washer falls out, oven not working...all things you would not typically find until you need to use them. And so, we have a running list. I will say the management company has been doing their best to keep up with our list of demands. But, these are glitches
We worked the remainder of the week -- myself, Tuesday through Friday and my husband, Wednesday through Friday. Then yesterday, we worked like no other. We unpacked roughly half of our boxes, (and I swear, he has at least 4 boxes of wine -- his non-negotiables for throw aways) while I have at least 5 boxes of family photos (my non-negotiables). They are all sitting in the floors of closets. If I ever take up scrapbooking, the albums will fill at least 1 room, floor to ceiling. If we ever take up drinking, we're set, pretty much for the next couple of years.
As we are unpacking yesterday, we did take time to go purchase some dishes (Corelle -- which has jumped to a price not even I can believe!), much needed bath mats, towels, bedding and a new Christmas tree. (just step high when walking over that 4 foot long box!) Yes, we needed an extra box, just in case we didn't have enough.
BUT -- now, here's the best part of moving -- for "realsies". Downsizing means it is waaaay easier to clean this place. We got rid of enough stuff to where we actually do have enough space for everything (rather than holding all the 'extras' in the 3rd garage bay). Most of all, this is becoming "our home". You see, although my husband owned a beautiful house, it was always, in my mind -- "his" house. Not 'our' house. And yes, this is an apartment...but it is "our" place. I didn't really realize the difference until we really started to get settled. And then it was there...comfort and peace. The feeling I had when I moved into my first apartment.
My favorite spot is still in my $5 garage sale find...an old recliner as well as the patio. I love being outdoors enjoying my coffee in the sunshine. We may have moved but some things will never change.
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