One day later, and perhaps eighty percent of our belongings are on the premises somewhere. There isn't a hard and fast reason for the rush, except we have waited for this moment in time for so long, we are ready to get on with it. We still don't know, and can never know with any real certainty, whether this is the Forever House. It could be. There isn't a deadline attached to our time here. We don't know that it is three-years-and-move as with other situations. I might find us a little five acre plot somewhere two years from now, and we build on it and move. We might decide to restore an old Victorian house on a half acre, and stay there until we die. Or this could be The One. It's really nice knowing that for the first time in twenty years, that choice is completely ours again.
Yesterday we made three big trips with a Uhaul trailer, the pickup, and my little car. We had assistance for some of the move from our daughter and several of her manly-men friends. It made a huge difference in how quickly and relatively painlessly yesterday went, until everyone went home and we stayed far too late at the apartment packing up the bed and everything else we could fit in the trailer before I demanded to be allowed to stop and sleep. The man was back at it freakishly early this morning, racing down to meet an old friend of ours from before we moved away from Boulder, to pick up an even bigger Uhaul, and work on emptying the rest of the apartment and the bulk of the storage unit. Old friend one had to leave partway through the day, but another old friend came by with his teenaged son, to help unload the seven thousand pounds of stuff into the house and garage. (For the record, we weighed it, so yes, seven thousand and eighty pounds. Lifted into the truck and out of the truck in one day.) It will be days before enough rooms are unpacked and arranged to the point where I can do a full photo spread of the house. I can't even guess how long until I paint.
We have already had trying times with the cats. When we came home last night, arriving just before 12:30, we went into the soon-to-be master bedroom, and I noticed one blade of the mini-blinds was bent. I walked over to straighten it, and I saw that the screen was pushed out on one corner. It didn't take me long to put those pieces together. I went around counting noses, and came up with three. We ran back outside, and in no time heard Zoe screaming from the new neighbors' roof. They moved in on Sunday, so we have not had a chance to introduce ourselves yet. Setting up a ladder next to their house after midnight was not how I wanted to say hello. Thankfully, Zoe went running back for the garden shed she used as a springboard, and came down without the ladder. I still couldn't find Rabbit for another half an hour. Just as she did the day before we left the apartment, she was so well hidden that I was convinced she had run off and was gone forever. In reality, she was wedged behind my dresser in the second bedroom, and was looking terrified and pitiful. The cats were vaguely attentive while we tried to sleep last night, but first thing this morning, Zoe was back at it. She got out three more times before staying gone until almost six this evening. I did not need this stress. Just stick around, little Zoe Pajamas, and trust me that your daddy (whom you love more than me) is going to live here too. We are all here to stay for a good long while. And now that all of our stuff is here, the feline wing of the family seems much more content to stick it out and wait for the good times to roll.
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