All of our stuff is now in the new house. Not unpacked, but here. And already this neighborhood is a thousand times better than our old one. One neighbor made us dinner (homemade even!). Another neighbor came over to deliver a welcome card her daughter had made with all of the kids’ names and addresses who live on this street. Another stopped to chat. I’m telling you, this is more conversation with neighbors than we’ve had, ummm, since we left America.
Oh, but the unpacking! Ugh…not my favorite. My favorite is deciding where furniture and pictures and artwork should go, and then watching as someone else makes my wishes their commands. When we moved to England I got all the unpacking done within a few days. That will not be happening this time around, I’m afraid.