The Move

It's been just over a week and we are mostly out of boxes.  Haven't finished tackling the bedroom/bathroom and toy boxes yet.  As far as the garage?  Ha!  

Jonathan's sister Christine flew in from New Jersey in order to help us move as sanely as possible with four small people and a house full o' stuff.  (Thanks Christine!)

We've found most of the important things.  A small box Jonathan set aside to take in the car got packed up by mistake and is still missing, along with his hanging cords and cables organizer.  Some things we are scratching our heads about.  I couldn't figure out what had happened to my potted peace lily, until I found it in a box two days later.  Seriously, who puts a live plant in a box?!?  With a little water, it perked up.  Peace lilies are my kind of plant: hardy and neglect tolerant.  The Christus statue that Jonathan's parents gave us as a wedding gift survived only through sheer luck.  It was merely wrapped in a sheet of paper and placed in a box with lots loose odds and ends and hard objects.  I'm very happy it arrived in one piece, but what was the mover thinking?  And how did it stay safe? Perhaps there was some divine intervention there...  The butter dish my mother gave me after my last one broke was not so lucky despite being securely wrapped in several layers of paper.  Go figure. The blender comes in 4 pieces all of which were in the same cupboard.   Naturally it arrived in 4 different boxes.  Still scratching my head on that one. 

When we arrived at the house we discovered that the refrigerator was NOT included after all.  Nothing quite like having to make an emergency major appliance purchase.  This is the second time we've had to do that, the first being the electric dryer purchase after we were assured our old house was hooked up for gas.  Not.  Oh well.  What can you do?

After moving, I have come to the conclusion that we have a lot of books.  A LOT of books.  Right now we have 4 large bookcases and 2 small ones filled with books and we really need another one.  Or fewer books.  Hmm. 

Despite some craziness, this move we were truly blessed.  Not only did we have the help of Christine, but my sister Andrea helped watch the kids and cooked dinner for us.  Last time we moved it took over a month to get *mostly* settled.  Sisters are wonderful.