The movers arrived shortly before 9:00. By 4:45 all of the furniture was unwrapped and set in place. My garage is a heap of confusion. The kitchen is a mess. There may be a lamp shade missing.
I'm exhausted.
But Piper, my 18-yr-old cat, seems to have barely noticed that she's been plucked from one location and deposited in another. At my old place she hung out under the sink in the powder room. Here, she's already looking comfy under the sink in the laundry room.
My first dinner in the new place:
It just might be breakfast tomorrow, too.
6 comments:
Awwwww-congratulations! And I can't wait to come visit you.
Happy Housewarming. I've just spent a large part of the past two days in your archives... A compelling read and it looks like we are heading toward a "happier ever after". What a voice you have.
Ah- if only your life was as uncomplicated as Piper's.
Well- this truly is a final stage in the final stages of the it all. You are in your place, you have your things and now you can finally and truly nest.
I think it's all just so beautiful, what you've managed to accomplish and I am so glad to have come with you, a little bit, on this journey.
P.S. I'm the one coming up as "Colombe, Rhone Alpes", and I just want to warn you that I'll be tackling French Underpants shortly. :)
enjoy. it was meant to be.
looks like good food
for soul and body
congrats...you have arrived
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