We have moved to California, but we haven’t really moved in. Our freshly built house is a shell waiting furniture and furnishings. We have only the clothes we brought.
We go to bed in a hotel every night. Still, little-by-little our house is turning into a home.
As I type two men are pulling the packing tape and plastic off our new refrigerator. These are the same two guys who hooked up our washer and dryer this weekend. I have new respect for these people who tote and carry all day. What a demanding job.
That’s it. That’s all we have in the house today that wasn’t here when we closed on Friday–three appliances.
A bed frame for our guest room is in boxes in my cousins garage. Its mattress for it arrives tomorrow.
My office furniture is scheduled to arrive by Monday. The rest of the furniture should be here in dribs and drabs over the next few weeks.
There are no drapes or blinds on the windows–and there are a lot of windows. All bathroom trips currently take place upstairs in a room not visible from the street.
We have no chairs. We’ve been standing or laying on the floor (carpeting upstairs). My feet are hurting! Doppler currently has possession of our two pillows. At least one of us is comfy.
There’s still a lot of work to be done. Cabinets and shelves will be installed in the garage and bedroom closet. Our California room will get pavers and plantings. AT&T is still stringing fiber and cable with three trucks on our street today. At some point that means Internet and TV.
All our possessions from Connecticut will start making their cross country check within the next few days. We expect them by the middle of next week.
It’s a little like moving in slow motion. It’s happening, but taking time.