Every day I put another progressively larger dent into the big pile of boxes. My bedroom is actually in pretty good shape now, my kitchen is getting somewhere reasonable (although I’m having trouble figuring out where to put my hand towels and such), and my living room and basement are… well, still disasters. I’m also still unable to find a bunch of stuff that seems like it should have been in some of the boxes I’ve opened. I really wish movers were better at packing things in a systematic way, or at least making sure that multiple parts of a thing stay together.
Werner’s been really happy here. Fiona’s finally getting used to it, although all of the dust flying around has her coughing and sneezing a lot. Hopefully that clears up over time. But at least she’s seemingly enjoying our new home.
My condo went on the market yesterday, and hopefully I’ll have a big chunk of change soon instead. It’ll be nice to be able to move forward on my studio-building plans and also just like… not having to worry about money for a while, especially after the expense of this move and a bunch of the stuff I’ve been having to buy for the house. Not to mention my very long list of things to fix, some of which are likely to be pretty expensive as well.
Anyway. I’m tired but taking things one day at a time, and trying to be vaguely systematic at least. I’ll be settled in soon enough, and hopefully it won’t be long before I can start my more ambitious projects.