We finished moving out of our apartment today. Frank and I packed up the swarm of little things that don’t make it into boxes at first, and then don’t make it into boxes again, and all of a sudden you’re surrounded by oodles of things that used to live on shelves and in drawers and on tables, but then the shelves and drawers and tables are gone and you are overrun.
Lane even helped this morning. Despite my mother in-law’s desperate pleas that we leave Lane behind with her, because she’d only get in the way. But Lane and I had a very grown-up talk where I explained that we were going there not to play, not to make a mess, but to pack the last of our things up and clean, and mostly she was cooperative and helpful. Of course, I gave her her own bottle of (mostly diluted with water) Windex and a rag, and told her to spray stuff and clean it. She cleaned the refrigerator, and windows, and bathroom tile, and actually left stuff cleaner than it was before she touched it, which is highly unusual.
My goal was to be done with all the packing and moving and cleaning by about 6:30 today. And, despite two insane thunderstorms – one this morning, and one this afternoon, we only finished an hour later than planned.
Thus, we are now without a home of our own. We are staying at Frank’s parents’ house, which, have I mentioned, is right next door to our house? Tomorrow begins the epic voyage that is getting our new house to a point where we can comfortably reside there. Nothing too over-ambitious: some painting, a bit of wall-to-wall carpet removal, oh, and the demolition of the bed that we discovered during the walk-through is actually built into the master bedroom. Like, the wall-to-wall goes right up the sides of it. Oh, joy!