Well we've been here six days now and things are sorta kinda getting back to 'normal'...or maybe a new normal. It's funny how life just keeps changing even if we don't really realize it all the time.
Most of the boxes are unpacked. Well, the most important ones are anyway. I've been to Target for just one more thing about 10 times already. Our first night here I couldn't find the sheets for our bed so I had to run out and buy some. Isn't it funny how when you move all of a sudden you NEED certain things right away that you never needed before? Like a shower caddy. I never needed one before but now all of a sudden we need two. And a microwave. We had one built-in in the old house. And a dinning room table. We ate at the counter at the old house and the "dinning room" table was really the craft table.
The days seem much shorter here. Before, the alarm would go off at 5 am. Pete was out the door by 6 and I was up shortly after. And then he wouldn't be back home until after 5 in the evening. Now, since we're so much closer to his job, the alarm doesn't go off till 6:30 (i actually find myself waiting for it to go off) he's out the door by 7 and back home at 4:00. It certainly is nice having him home so early, but we both kinda don't know what to do with ourselves. He even said he was 'bored' the other day. He never says that!
The weather is reeeeaaaaallly taking some getting used to. I knew it would be different but.....I'm not dealing well so far. It's cold. I do not like to be cold. The fog comes in around 6pm and stays until around 10:30 the next morning. And when the sun finally does decide to come out, it's only been warming up to 67*. I'm sorry, but if it's not at least 80*, I'm FREEZING. And maybe that's another reason why it feels like the days are so short. It's like the sun doesn't come up till half the day is already gone.
I walked down the hill to the mailbox the other day. Yeah, I don't think that's something I'll make a habit out of. It's a really long way down the hill. Which means it's a reeeeaaaalllly long way UP the hill on the way back. I thought I was going to puke at one point. Good exercise though, I guess.
I just had someone ring my doorbell. It kinda freaked me out. Because you have to pass through a locked gate to get up here. So you either have to know the secret code, or have a clicker. I figured the person at the door was going to be my neighbor coming to play with Jake. And we were all surprised to see some dude standing out there we didn't know. Turns out it was just the power company. But still. Freaky.
Anyway, so here we are. I said in another post that I really had no emotional connection to our old house. I guess that was kind of a hasty statement. I was fine until Pete said he got a little sad leaving the little red house the other day. And then it hit me. There was a brief teary moment. And then it passed. I like this new house. And I'm glad to be rid of the old one. But it was a mistake to say there's no emotional connection there. Life was lived there and memories where made. And so connections are there. Good, bad and ugly. I told Pete...it's just time for us to make new memories here, and that's a good thing, and that it's ok. It's all part of life. A new chapter starting here, starting now.