I wanted to post a picture here of F on the front steps of the new house but in all this mess I can't find my camera. I can't find a lot of things in the boxes and boxes we have left to open, and in the general clutter that is the just-moved house. It took us ages to find the house phone but now we've got that in place. I have so much I can say here that I don't know exactly what to cover.....
The movers came Friday morning w/ their boxes and fresh can-do attitude (which wilted a bit later in the day), and it was a kind of hurricane watching them get everything we own packed up and onto a truck by 6pm. As is always the case, the move made clear that we have WAY too much stuff things crap. I don't know what it all is. I don't know. Do we need this stuff? It seems to accumulate of its own accord, without my knowledge or will. And now what we have is boxes full of crap, boxes stacked around the house, plus a thin layer of debris made up of pens and toy parts and extension cords and wire hangers and papers that need to be filed or maybe just tossed.
The morning we flew out I went to the house to finish cleaning up and before I left I walked through each room touching the walls and crying deep jagged sobs. But here I am better most of the time. Here I am trying to focus on the positive things, as Mitch tells me to do. There are lots of fun things about the house. We have a laundry chute! Sidewalks! A driveway! A driveway that ends in an actual garage! More than one bathroom! Oh the fun.
More to come. Gotta go feed the babe.