You may not know this, but moving is hard work! There is just so much to be done - packing and cleaning and touching up and fixing parts of your house you never even noticed before. We got a lot done, but we also left a lot of things for my parents to finish (bless them so much - they have made everything sooooo much better).
Ignoring the crazy stress of a 5 days between when the POD left with our earthly possesions and the day we left, here's a little recap.
- On Saturday, we drove through to Houston - with Alice in the giant cat carrier and Dixie sitting on a tower of blankets and pillows. They were surprisingly well behaved, though obviously a bit stressed.
- Saturday night, Kymberlie drove to our hotel and we went to dinner at Five Guys and then for ice cream at Marble Slab. It was so good to see her. <3
- Drove in to Austin on Sunday and arrive at our apartment complex around 1:15. Got keys, signed some papers, checked out our apartment, unpacked the car, collapsed in a heap of exhaustion.
- I came to my office! Picked my desk, worked.
- The POD was delivered, so I took lunch and drove to the apt to meet them, survey any damage (there was none!!) and help Y unload the heavy pieces.
- I came back to work, Y unpacked way more shit than any two people need. In 100+° heat, bless his heart.
- Came home, realized where we had planned to grab dinner from was closed. Bought ingredients for pigs in a blanket from the convenience store, fucked them up royally. :\
Beyond that, things are slowly settling into a routine. We went grocery shopping last night. I packed my lunch for today, my third day in the office, and while driving in, I realized just how lucky I am. My commute is beautiul, first I see the sun rising over the skyline of Austin, and then I drive right past Zilker park. I have amazing parents, the best husband, a great job, fabulous friends, and lot of choices afforded to me simply because life worked out for me that way. I never, ever want to take any of this for granted.