We did finally make it to Virginia, and we are getting settled, slowly.
I've had a few moments of utter discombobulation when I couldn't tell you what state or what time zone I was in. The layout of the house is a bit confusing, too, especially at first. But over the past six days we've gone from frozen pizza cut with dinner knives served on paper plates to tacos made the way I usually do it (okay, I bought the package of spices instead of using my own blend, but that was a recent change) served in serving bowls to regular dinnerware on a table covered with my favorite cloth.
The main possessions are unpacked, and, perhaps, this coming week, I may be ready to start hanging curtains and pictures on the wall.
There are a few missing items that I'm eager to locate. I have a lamp shade, but have no idea where they would have hidden the table lamp itself. Jenny is missing a baby doll, and I know I didn't do anything with it, but we've emptied every box labeled "Girls' Room." And most urgently, I would like to find where they put the little brackets that hold the shelves on our three heavily loaded bookcases. I could have the living room looking very nice in a short hour if only I could put the books away.
Unpacking may be a lot of work, but in a way it's a bit like Christmas. To open a four foot tall box and see a hundred individually wrapped items is like finding a treasure box. All my kids have enjoyed sitting and unrolling drinking glasses, coffee mugs and an occasional vase.
And despite all my efforts to downsize before moving, I have a tendency to reserve a few things that I might need. You never know if that shelf or cabinet or soap holder might be useful or just the right touch for a bare corner. But now that we're here, I've already looked up the Amvets number and can not wait for the opportunity to call them for a pick up. I just don't want to make them come twice, so I have a bit more work to do.
Off to hunt for brackets, coax juice into a feverish tot, and grill steaks for a dinner salad.