We’re still not moved in entirely. There is still a lot of dissaray around the new house and the old place still has a few random things lying about. (Not to mention a big cleaning). Hobbes is the only one of us who has transitioned entirely. She absolutely loves the upstairs, specifically the carpet, which upon further inspection really does resemble the fabric one finds on a scratching post. Hobbes has spent most of her day lolling around on her back at the top of the stairs, peering down at us as we walk by.
Josh and I are feeling ragged. It was only us and Kyle who ended up available for the move (with props to Katie who swung by and unloaded boxes with incredible strength and vigor). Because my noodle arms are useless when it comes to lifting furniture I was left with the job of packing the entire house while Kyle and Josh carried things into our rental truck. (Mad props to penske who came through in ways that u-haul can only imagine). Of course, moving is terrible and nobody wants to help someone else move. All things considered, the move went smoothly but there became a point when hiring movers would have been a godsend.

Our house is currently in shambles, with a few exceptions: the kitchen is almost unpacked as is the bathroom and our bedroom. Our weekend is gone, poof, from existence. Luckily, the weather has been beautiful, but we wouldn’t know it on the south side of our house since our neighbor’s trees stoop across our roof and cover any visible sunshine. We also found out that we have pigeons. They’ve been hiding out in the eves, pooping and shedding feathers onto our porch. The next big project is buying a huge ladder and climbing up and placing these unfriendly spiky discs which discourage pigeons from camping out and ruining your paint job.
I’m still adjusting to having our bedroom facing the street. I’m currently reading the Idiot’s Guide To Fung Shui and it’s making me miserable. Of course the master bedroom should be in the back of the house! Bad chi is entering through the windows in the form of low rider vehicles and pedestrian foot traffic. (Josh and I are so lame, everytime a Caucasian walks by we exclaim, “Look! A white person!” as if we are exotic bird watchers). I can block the chi using a myriad of mirrors and crystal spheres, but there is a point where I realize that I can only do so much with limited resources. I’ve tried not to take fung shui personally; so what if my driving pad has cracks and my bed is facing a door? At least I HAVE a driving pad and my bed is on the left side of the room which represents a favorable “commander” position. At this point we are struggling to feel comfortable. We feel utterly disoriented, completely off kilter, as we navigate this, our first house.