I don’t even know that I can make this about writing. Last night, we loaded everything from the apartment into a 20′ truck… and let me say this. Don’t hire movers through uHaul, just don’t. Anyway, today we find out how much stuff survived the two hour drive after that experience. There are some things that will have. Like the two mystery rocks we found on the windowsill while packing.
This morning, there is a sense of peace and calm over the entire house. Even the cat is happy to see us. The family is back under one roof, no more mad dashes between city and tiny town. We may not be able to find anything… like long pants. Since Texas is showing off for us newcomers, and swung from 100+ temps overnight to 60s. It’s all good. We’re here, and we have to do a bit more on the house, and we’ve got time to do it in. One more push to get the big truck unloaded into the garage (and we have a couple of strapping teens coming to assist, good kids, hired through a local contact) and then tomorrow is… well, relaxing may be too strong a word.
It’s the happy ending part of this adventure. You know as well as I do, that Happily Ever After isn’t simply riding off into the sunset to exist in a sort of soft rosy glow. Windows don’t magically clean themselves (rueful glance at that cat peering through the storm door). Boxes are everywhere and life has to readjust to a new tempo, a new place, new stores to shop in… It’s all changing and even if it is for good, there are still little pangs and pains that go along with any change.
As for me? I’m hoping this happy ending segues into a sequel where I can get some writing done. But I do think I’d better arrange to have a desk, soon. Not that using my Hoosier Cabinet for a desk isn’t working surprisingly well, but I would like to be able to make a pie!
Ah! Now, there’s a happy ending. Pie still a little warm from the oven with a scoop of Blue Bell on the side…