
We moved. There was a move. Things were moved. My whole house looks like this right now, except the garage and the third bedroom, which look worse. But we're nearly one week in, and completely out of boxes in the living/dining room, kitchen, girls' bedroom and our bedroom, leaving the third bedroom (which we will use as a general workroom/office) and the garage to be unpacked and sorted. I have a birthday party here in two days, which lit a nice little fire under me to get things decently sorted in a hurry.
I'm painting (enjoy my half-painted living room while you're here, friends!) and raking leaves and moving things about and wondering if the non-functional phone jack in the one room can be made to work and fretting over what to do with that one really dark corner and that one really big uninterrupted wall.
It feels very, very good.