Unsettled

I don’t recommend moving at Christmas time. It’s not much fun the rest of the year, but a holiday move has got to be high on the stress level list. On the other hand, it’s probably no worse than trying to celebrate the holidays, knowing that you need to move and don’t have a place to go to. In the end, I’m glad we bit the bullet and completed the move before Christmas.

We finished clearing our old residence on Friday night, but the speed of the move meant our packing was less than organized. Exhausted, we slumped in our recliners and had a dinner of chips and dips. We rallied on Saturday morning and began finding essential items – coffee was first on the list. We managed to clear a space in the living room for a Christmas tree, although the lights were MIA. Calico finally gave up looking and bought some more. I got online and ordered a Wacom drawing tablet for Miss Muffin with promised delivery of Monday – for an extra shipping fee, of course. We spent the days before Christmas alternating between trying to fit our furniture into the house, unpacking random boxes and collapsing for a few short minutes before tackling the next project.

I can’t claim that we’re settled in, but we certainly have made progress. Our living room actually looked comfy and festive by Christmas Eve, although photos also caught a ton of unpacked boxes in the kitchen. We had a happy and relaxing day anyway. We’re trying to take things a day at a time. We have a home and we have each other. Who could ask for more?