Thursday, March 27, 2008
We are slowly getting settled into our new location and house. There’s a lot to celebrate, just in this past week alone. The mountain of boxes has dwindled into a small hill. We’ve met a few friendly neighbors. We love our new house, and it’s already starting to feel like home. Here are the highlights of the good and the bad, so far. The Good: Almost all of our stuff arrived without any damage. The Bad: We have that much more stuff (junk) to keep and figure out what to do with it. The Bad: One of the few things that arrived broken was a mirror, and now we have to wonder if we’re really subject to 7 years of bad luck. (I’m inclined to think, at least on a technicality, that we aren’t subject to the bad luck, since it was technically the movers that broke it.) The Good: It’s nearly impossible to get lost in this small town. The Bad: My poor sense of direction has moved with me to our new place, meaning that I will probably get lost at least once. The fact that I shouldn’t get lost means that I will become that much more frustrated when I do. The Good: There’s no traffic in town. The Bad: We no longer have an excuse if we are late to a party or event. The Good: We might not need to buy a lawnmower after all. The Bad: Our grass appears to be dead. But, Husband has started sprinkler-to-lawn resuscitation to help revive the dying grass. The Good: I’ve grown enamored with our spacious kitchen and the window view. The Bad: Nothing! What’s not to love about a spacious kitchen with a view? The Good: We found a bakery (I sniffed it out on the second day!) that has delicious homemade goodies for a bargain price of 50 cents a piece. The Bad: Forget the oatmeal and fruit – let’s have greasy baked goods for breakfast! I admit that it might not do so well for our health. The Good: We are quite happy in our new home. The Bad: We’ll probably move again in 2 or 3 years for Husband’s next military assignment. But, even that is not so bad. By then, it’ll be time for healthier breakfasts and to chance our luck with a new place – and our fragile mirrors in the (moving) process.