I miss my kids.
I miss my washer and dryer (still unplugged in the sunroom.) I miss hot water (still no ETA on the water heater repair.) I miss the hustle and bustle of the city (okay, the suburbs.) I miss good cell reception, Dunkin Donuts, and Barnes and Noble. And I really, really miss my kids (I know, but it bears repeating). And living out of boxes sounds much more exciting in print than it is in real life.
But aside from all that, I love the mountain air, and the dogs are having fun investigating the green pastures.
The things that go bump in the night are still bumping, but as nothing bad has come of it, I’m not so inclined to worry. I do, however, reserve the right to change my mind in the future.
As for today, I spent part of it resting, and the other part unpacking boxes in the kitchen. I’ve decided the task requires a systematic approach. And why not start in the room with the food?
The first box unpacked was the one with the wine, and the wine glasses.
Isn’t it funny how a few sips of wine takes your mind off your worries? Ok, so maybe it takes a glass or two, but I’m definitely feeling more comfortable in my surroundings. Ghosts, coyotes, bugs, and scary basements be damned.
Now I just need to get the rest of the boxes unpacked and the house decorated. That might be the scariest proposition of all. I think I just might have a garage sale this weekend…sell things by the boxful.
Yep…sounds like a great plan.
Until the next time…I’ll be taking pictures!