Changing Houses

I very much know there are worse things in life than moving but now I’m hard pressed to name them. This will be a long slow move. Lots of dealings with plumbers, carpenter, electricians, fence builders, locksmiths, IT & media specialists, painters and probably more that I’ve blocked from memory.

New refrig, stove top and oven, sitting in their crates in the dining room while carpenter builds new cabinets to fit modern appliances. Apparently the previous owners made coffee and used the microwave because the rest were unusable. The new washer sits alone, not hooked up because the new dryer which was supposedly in stock is out of stock and will arrive Feb 7.

Still stuff at old house that needs to be packed, brought here or sent to charity.

Seems like the local ants were told it was “moving day” because they joined us in a major invasion in the kitchen. So therefore boxes of kitchen stuff remain in boxes, unpacked as we decide if the ants need professional urging to leave or may just leave on their own. Two days now with no ants so there’s hope.

The dogs are happy and that makes life better.
Normally, I would just resign myself to more days of chaos and just deal with it but Terry’s martial arts’ master is getting married on Feb. 14 and Terry’s is best man. No problem there except a couple from Boston will be staying with us from the 11th to the 16th. Since they have housed Terry twice in visits to the Boston area karate schools, it’s only proper that we return their hospitality. They are aware of the situation and I’m told they are very nice people and will understand. But I wish it were perfect for them.

Even with all of this, I still love, love, love this house. It truly is my dream house. Terry (& others) sort of understood when I said our last house was uncomfortable and disjointed. Now he really understands what I mean. Comfortable homes should have a “flow” and that one was nothing but a series of rooms with no central area. When these unfinished items are done, I know it’ll be something wonderful. Heck, it’s wonderful now, even in this state. I’ve never before moved into somewhere that I truly loved. All the rest were “I can make this work” type of houses/apartments.
Of course, once we moved I found out that most of our furniture really doesn’t fit this type of house. But I’ll think about that tomorrow.