Good morning and happy Monday. I spend the entire weekend moving, so it did not feel like a weekend at all! Take a peek below…
I spent all of Friday packing, with a few glasses of wine. Honestly, the only moves I have ever done were before I had furniture, so most of it could fit in my car in one trip, maybe two. Now, not only do I have tables, chairs, storage, etc, I have stuff, so much stuff. I was far under prepared, and under boxed.
Having my mom come down was a godsend. She was more or less a drill sargent, and while I planned to do a couple trips back and forth (it is only 7 miles), she was set on one trip, a full truck, and basically packed all the things I had gotten stuck on. The new place looked like this the first night, but at least it was all there! Which meant Sunday instead of making more trips, I just got to unpack and organize, my favorite part. There is still so much to do, I was able to put a huge dent in this pile!
I make cookies when I am sad. And homesick. And believe there is no better way to make a new place feel like home than the smell of freshly baked cookies.
While in theory I could have cooked dinner by last night, I was far too exhausted at the idea. So sushi and champagne it was. I manged to set up the tv, and find a box of DVD’s because internet wont be set up until Wednesday. But I have the entire series of Friends, so I am pretty happy.
I feel like I ran a marathon this weekend. So many stairs, so many boxes, so many sore muscles. I need a message.