As you might have guessed, we have started living in the new house. It doesn’t really feel like OUR house yet. The cat won’t come out from under the bed. In every room there seems to be a reminder of the old owner. Behind ever closet door a secret dying to be told. To date I have found 21 cans of diet soda, ten rolls of Christmas wrapping paper, 5lb hand weights, eight bottles of beer, three pairs of sunglasses, a model corvette kit, binoculars in a fancy case, all kinds of baskets in different shapes and sizes, a Mickey Mouse phone, four Christmas plates, a huge Italian style serving tray (that spins!), an Easter basket (literally), a Halloween dish, tons of gift bags, spare change, bags of epsom salt, coat hangers, large bike hooks…Curtains stayed on some windows. Candles still stand silent and dark in the fireplace. Expensive phones are still plugged in. When someone asked me what kind of housewarming gift the sellers left I didn’t know what to say. These people didn’t want to leave. Why would they want to thank us for moving in when they obviously didn’t want to move out?
On the other side of moving in is moving out. Middle Street is still a mess. We made a mad late night dash to retrieve a few things. Clothes for work. Hoses for the washing machine. Wrenches for the treadmill (that’s another story altogether!). Contact lens solution. Indiana’s favorite toy. My ipod. tivo box. The coffee maker, milk, sugar, coffee and (forgot the) coffee scoop. Coming back was like thieving. We snuck in and scrambled to take what we needed. It felt furtive. We rushed around stuffing bundles of things in bags without really knowing what we were taking. “Entering and breaking and taking in every room.” So we were. It looked like miniature bombs had exploded in every corner. I couldn’t find more than one spare pair of underwear to save my life yet I found a toe ring embedded in the bedroom carpet.
Later, much later exploring the aisles of a super-scary Super Wal-Mart I felt criminal. In my coat pockets I had a cordless phone, a cell phone, nail scissors, nail clippers, tweezers, a cat toy, a head of garlic, one pair of underwear, a box of picture hangers, a box of thumb tacks, an ipod, a toe ring, a receipt from Starbucks, a to-do list from last year, a wallet, two sets of keys, a wad of cash, and two days worth of mail. I’m surprised I wasn’t searched on the way out.
It will be awhile before I feel that there is a place for everything and even longer before everything is in its place.
~*LunaSea*~ 
well congrats on the new place!! When you’re settled, we’ll have to set something up. 😀 Moving can be terribly odd, but you’ll get everything sorted soon enough.
Aw, thanks! It’s getting better. I couldn’t believe how happy I was to see my cat use her litter box! Progress! There is progress! Of course you have to come for a visit. As I told my friend Rebecca we charge an hourly rate of one song, so be prepared to Rock (band) Out! 😉
xoxox
That must of been one heck of a coat you were wearing to Scary-Mart – if you could fit all that stuff into it – holy cow! 🙂 Everything will in time find its new home and start to feel more homey. The transition period is just so strange …
LOL – I announced to kisa, “look, I’m pregnant!” and he nearly keeled over. The coat is the one JP bought me years and years ago – LLBean with very (repeat, verrry) roomy pockets inside & out. I’ll have to recreate the “look” for you this weekend.
I have been practicing my rock band playing, so it might go even more smoothly than last time. I am thinking of buying a mic stand so I can *gasp* sing and play bass at the same time. foolish, I’m sure, but fun!
walmart always makes me depressed and anxious…I haven’t been in one in a few years, since the last trip was at 11:30pm at the 24 hour store. our cashier had 1 tooth and looked liked she wanted to die. I shared the feeling for different reasons, and never went back.
you had such fun rooms with themes and such at the old place, I can’t wait to see the new one and how you decorate that as well…though I’m sure you have a lot of unpacking and such to do before that can happen!
Your description of walmart made me laugh. I can relate!
Yes, we we had a funky apartment. The house a little more “high-end” (complete with crystal finery) so we’ll have to see how the themes work out. I still have room for my beloved drumsticks and Natalie stuff, though 😉
I love your writing on this one – it made me feel like I was right there with you!
I’m sure it will be *beautiful*…can’t wait to see!
tell your husband I said “Karate!!!”….just because. 😉 I miss you guys terribly.
aimless ~thanks. It’s amazing what comes out when i don’t think about it!
manda~ the J man says “karate” back and i must add that i think you are both nuts!