Does anyone really like moving? Moving companies, I suppose. It gets easier the more times you do it but I haven’t done it in a decade.
Packing is all about strategy: what will I need first? Which things will sit in boxes for a while? Where are the forks? Why didn’t I mark the box with the forks?
In the past, I’ve hired movers who also pack your stuff. This time, that wouldn’t have been practical because we moved in stages. As of yesterday morning, we are full-time Wallaceburgers. (Derek prefers to call us Wallies!)
I did the cleaning myself and my lower back and wrists are screaming about it as I write. Please tell me how a fridge ends up looking like the soy sauce had a fight with the Catalina salad dressing? As much as I loathe it, that fridge and freezer sparkled when I left the London house.
Unpacking and nesting are the fun parts. Figuring out where stuff should go and making sense of the new environment. That was Miss Sugar’s task, too. We hope our little round mound of meow will get a little – shall we say – fitter, with another set of stairs to climb. She settled in quickly and seems well-adjusted.
A lesson I thought I’d learned was to write the contents on each box – every time. I still haven’t found our pillows!
We will host our little my-side-of-the-family Christmas dinner but I don’t feel pressure to make everything perfect. We just moved in: this is our reality! As long as there’s turkey and warmth and it all ends with a little crumpled wrapping paper, it will be a success. The countdown is on!