Baby the cat enjoying the sun and breeze from the sliding glass door, in our new digs.

1 - renting a truck just for the “big stuff” doesn’t mean you won’t spend several days driving back and forth moving the rest of your stuff. At least when you have a lot of stuff - we had enough computer-related stuff to fill hubby’s van twice, for instance. We could have done it a little faster, but w/the traffic route we had to take, more than two trips per day was hard to manage when trying to avoid the 3-4 hour long rush hour periods.
2 - almost all our furniture/stuff has to do with computers or other electronic entertainment. And books.
3 - my husband has more “stuff” than I do. Srlsly. And they say women are packrats. Hah.
4 - never try to take in an eight foot tall metal shelving unit through a 6-7 foot tall hall doorway. There isn’t enough room to tilt it (to get it under the doorway) and then turn it (to get it around the hallway corner).
5 - when your hands and forearms rarely do anything more than type at a keyboard or chop meat for dinner, intense moving/housecleaning for a week equals swollen hands/joints and fingers. I could barely make a fist or open a soda for a few days. My back/legs/heart were all fine, btw…but my hands ended up with a bad case of “moving-week arthritis” … or something.

So … yeah. We’re completely out of the old house, but of course we’re not entirely unpacked at the new house yet. We had the internet cable installed on Friday, but I’m only now logging in to everything. Hubby’s office room is a complete mess as he tries to figure out where he wants his racks of servers etc. and I’m trying to figure out how to store everything in the kitchen/house.

I felt a little pang of sadness Sat. morning when we went down to the old house one last time to clear out some leftover garbage. The new place is now “home” but it doesn’t quite feel that way yet. It hasn’t quite all sunk in yet - we haven’t had time for that. Moving, shopping for the new place (the bathroom needs some work) etc, crash into bed, wake up, repeat. We still don’t have a phone here either. That’s a bit of a “I hate company phone operators” story…hopefully next week we’ll get that in.

Oh - our cat was pretty freaked out as we were moving, especially since I left him at the largely empty old place while we slept at/unpacked at the new place for a couple days before actually bringing him up here. It took him a few days, but all in all the old fuzzy fart has adjusted ok. He really wanted a lot of attention at first, as if making sure we were really “there” and not going to abandon him in some empty house. :)

We’re exhausted.