Done

Unfortunately, I'm not talking about moving, cleaning, or unpacking (wouldn't that be nice though). I'm talking about me! After four days of non-stop packing, moving, and cleaning, I'm completely spent and totally stressed out. The house is a giant, disorganized mess compartmentalized in mountains of bags and boxes. And we still have a few things left to move. And just about everything left to unpack.

Arrrrrrghhhhh!

Ah well... despite my complaining, I'm really happy with the new house. I love the neighborhood, and our yard, and our garage, and our laundry room, and our bathrooms (all two and a half of them)! And our neighbors are ridiculously nice. Like a scene out of Stepford, someone who was driving by on Saturday and noticed that we were moving in, actually slowed his truck and yelled "welcome, neighbors!". I couldn't have made up a more corny moment. I don't think it will be too long before it feels like home.

Tomorrow we're having our old house professionally cleaned. We don't really want to spend the money, but we have no choice. Our tenants are moving in on Friday, and it's filthy. And I Just. Can't. Do. It. Myself.

I'm counting the days until our vacation.

Nineteen.