Last Sunday we left the old homestead for greener pastures. It’s crazy, everything is so convenient! I mean, we’re like 10 minutes or less from everything that matters. The kids’ school is 5 minutes away, my wife’s work is 10 minutes away, there’s shopping 5 minutes away in either direction, my sister-in-law is 10 minutes away… That’s a far cry from the 45 minute work commute or 30 minute drive to see family. I like it.
But the new place is lousy with boxes. I mean, it’s our boxes full of our stuff, but why can’t they magically unpack themselves? I did all the hard work of packing it, driving it, and lugging it all up a flight of stairs. There’s gotta be some Harry Potter spell for unpacking and putting away. And speaking of lugging stuff up the stairs, I have huge bruises on my forearms from boxes and especially from an armoire that banged against my arms with every step. I bought some Forearm Forklifts at the suggestion of a friend but I was the only one who could figure them out, so they didn’t get as much use as I’d hoped. They would have definitely saved me from looking like a fat heroin addict.
I’m slowly starting to carve out actual living spaces from our corrugated shantytown landfill. My home office is set up, the master bedroom is close to where it needs to be, the kids’ rooms are taking shape, and the play area is starting to look inviting (not that a giant box fort isn’t inviting to a couple toddlers.
Oh yeah, Arlo is toddling now. Maybe only 4-5 steps at a time because he still loves being held and enjoys his status as “The Baby,” but he’s getting there. And as of yesterday, he’s technically no longer “The Baby.” My sister-in-law had her first child yesterday; a girl. So, I’m an uncle now, too!
Another tidbit about the new place: great water pressure. Hopefully, I won’t forget to shower as much now.