The Move: Making a House a Home

The movers arrived with my stuff loaded on their truck at 8:15am, a bit earlier than expected. The move-in was done by early afternoon.

I did everything I could to make it as easy as possible: had the movers pack and unpack and take all the boxes and packing material away with them, and hired someone to be here with me to put things away and organize the kitchen, help me make the beds, and so forth. Maribel also used R2D2 to vacuum the basement. Nobody likes the dust that accumulates in old basements, but I have more trouble with it than most. It was a great help for her to do that piece.

Moving is still exhausting.

I have a lot left to do, things that only I can sort and put away. I’m still amazed at how much stuff I have to go through, even after two rounds of downsizing. But the kitchen is arranged, the living room is hospitable — pictures up and all — and my bedroom is all set, with new sheets that I thought to wash before leaving the apartment.

At 8:15am this was a house, and by early evening, it’s a home. Very happy to be here.

6 thoughts on “The Move: Making a House a Home

  1. What a lovely home – enjoy making it yours! What is in bloom in your yard? When Sara moved in some years ago you asked for help in identifying several plants. One which I knew was a red-hot poker – a tall spike with a yellow and red bloom at the top. Mine here is in bloom now. Not sure about our zone differences, but is yours in bloom also?

  2. for Phyllis: Our red hot pokers aren’t out yet — I really love them and had never seen any before. Very dramatic plant. We have crocuses, daffodils, tulips… cherry blossoms have come and gone. I’m eager to see what the landscapers are going to recommend.

  3. for Linda: Thank you. I’m quite pleased with the way my furniture and art work have fit. I worked really hard to get everything where it is supposed to go, and now I’m just enjoying the space. Much harder for Sara and Ben, both of whom have to work.

  4. for J: Thanks. Sara came over tonight and asked where all the stuff to fill up the rooms came from — couldn’t have been in my 900 square feet. Actually, it was. I’m more than a little astonished at the boxes of papers I still have. As soon as I throw something away, I find that I need it. Makes me afraid to discard much.

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