Moved

I’m in the new house now. I love professional movers…they started early yesterday morning, had our apartment completely emptied by 10, and had everything into the new place by early evening. We stayed behind for a bit to make sure the apartment was clean (and for a little while afterward because Baby was having such a good time in the empty apartment…she’s started walking in just the last few days. Not very well, but she takes a little step here and there), and then drove up to the new city, where the movers were already at work putting stuff into the house. I took Baby to the zoo for most of the afternoon (she pointed at every animal and said "kitty!"), and when we got home it was all done.

So my house is full of boxes now, but Baby’s room is completely set up. I discovered when we were moving out that my cat had chewed most of the way through the cord to the baby monitor, so I threw that one out and got a new one, and decided to splurge on a video monitor. I love it. Especially because Baby thinks the camera unit in her room is interesting, so I get to watch her point at the camera and giggle.

I love the new house. There’s so much space I don’t even know what to do with it. When Noah and I moved in together, we got rid of a bunch of stuff, since we obviously didn’t need two full sets of furniture, but now I wish we had some of it back. My absolute favorite thing here is the yard. It’s such a completely foreign and awesome concept for me to have a yard, to just be able to walk out the back door and have some grass. Baby loves the grass.

Oh, and I’m completely weirded out by my front door. Just the fact that if someone comes to the house, they can just walk right up the driveway and be standing right outside my living room. I’ve gotten used to the security systems in apartment buildings, I guess, where you have to buzz people in. I realize my door locks and everything, but it’s fucking with my head not to have to buzz people in.

I forgot to mention (I haven’t felt like writing here that much lately), I cyber-stalked my ex to see if he still lived in this city, because I figured maybe he had moved several states away and then I wouldn’t have to even worry about running into him or anything. But he does still live here. And he’s married. With two kids. And his wife is about 1000 times prettier than me. Grr. What’s with my exes marrying model-looking girls, anyway??