On the Move

We moved on Sunday. I had my doubts up until the moment that I saw the U-Haul truck with my own eyes. Then I knew we were finally going to get it done.

Faithful Reader’s family really came through for us. They were troopers and put up with a lot, including stairs at both ends of the move, ice on the ground, and this very dirty house that’s still under construction. All they got in return was our thanks and some pizza. The pizza was good, but we’ll have to come up with some additional gift. We owe them bigtime.

The house was not quite as ready as I had hoped it would be, but we had no choice but to move. To sacrifice the rent on the apartment while paying for the mortgage out of our own pockets was costing us dearly, and let’s not talk about heat and property taxes. In restrospect, I wonder if we might have done better to hire an additional worker. We could have paid that guy all the money we saved by not straddling homes and had our house finished now. Who knows if that would have helped? There’s no way to be sure. Done is done, after all.

So here I am on Wednesday feeling mopey and sorry for myself, thinking about could-haves and don’t-haves, which is never a good idea. Faithful Reader insists that I go outside, so I’m going outside for a few minutes. Perhaps it will lighten my mood….

I went outside (if you don’t believe me, Faithful Reader, I made a smiley face just for you in the snow on the deck). The temperature was starting to turn. Every warm puff of spring air was followed by a chill reminder of winter, but it was still pleasant. I love living amongst the trees. The other night, the light of the full moon shining on the snow between the trees was enchanting. It made me feel welcome. Warm or cold, day or night, the woods are beautiful.

Moving was a pain, and living in an unfinished house continues to be a pain, but what matters is how it all turns out in the end. This is the right place for us and we are going to be very happy here.