Visiting

 I'd love to write that we are unpacking and settling into the new house. Instead, we have artfully created a "staged" effect. It looks like we are unpacked and settled while, in reality, the majority of our possessions are still piled in boxes 5 deep against the basement wall. Thankfully we have the gift of time to unpack, because it is probably going to take a few years to empty all of the boxes.

Yesterday I took a break from unpacking and went to visit my Mom for lunch. I love that I now live an hour closer to her, which makes quick trips home easy. I am looking forward to more lunch visits in the coming months (weather permitting). 

Today Scott is going to go elfing while I work around the house. I'm concentrating on infusing some holiday spirit. It feels like Christmas is almost over and we have yet to capture any festive feeling. I'm not sure if it is going to happen this year, but I need to try because the boys deserve a happy holiday season.

Tired

 Slowly but surely we are settling into our new home. Yesterday our trash can, a bidet and Robby's bed were all delivered. (We were all excited for very unique reasons.) The living room is quasi-assembled and the kitchen is functional, but the majority of our treasures remain boxed in the basement. At this point, I want to get through Christmas before I go into unpacking warrior mode.

My leg has been feeling the impact of this move. I am developing bruises and small pinch cuts where my socket is no longer fitting. In the new year I definitely need to add "get a new leg" to my list because I'm tired of hobbling around.

In fact, today I'm just really tired. I think I may take the day off and just rest. I've been going at full speed for several weeks and I am feeling the fumes. Who knows, maybe I can capture some holiday spirit for my efforts!

We moved!

 My apologies for missing a week of blogs. As the movers began to haul away boxes on Tuesday morning, it became clear that we were not ready for the impending move. Despite the countless hours I spent carefully packing and planning, the day was chaotic and beyond exhausting. 

During the initial estimate, our movers said they believed it would take approximately 6-8 hours for the entire move. After it took the movers 6 hours to pack up the house in Virginia, I gave up any semblance of planning and switched into moving survival mode. After an extraordinarily long 13 total hours, we were surrounded by a maze of boxes and furniture in a new house in West Virginia.

Scott was an absolute rock star during the move. He was still outside, running up and down stairs and directing the movers late into the evening. I tried to keep up, but my body shut down. I ended up hiding in the bathtub with the cats.

Slowly we have been settling in and getting used to our new home. The house is beautiful and Friend (and Timmy) seem to love our snow covered wooded yard. I know it will take awhile for it to feel like home, but I am up for the challenge!