So, the BIG move was Saturday the 22nd of May, I was up early, and by that I mean before 6am. Started getting the last few things done before the movers rolled up somewhere between 7:30 and 8:00 am, only to be called and told, oopps we have a brake problem. They would arrive no later then 9am. Well they got there by 8:30 and all went well and we were downtown at the new place before noon.
Well that was great, except, all the people on my street decided to ignore the no parking signs and blocked the area in front of my new building. So we waited, and we waited and waited. Finally they started to unload, and were finished by 4:30. They were great.
Well it's now been just over a week at the new place. All boxes are unpacked except for the office ones, but they can wait. Furniture has been arranged and rearranged. And some new items bought. Art work is starting to go up and colors are being picked for the walls. All in all not to bad for just over a week.
I love the new home, I love the space and I love the neighborhood. I can walk a couple of blocks down and be at the lake front. Winston is adjusting. I had to put to Paris down a week before the move and that broke my heart. But it was the best thing for her and that's what matters. But still another lose in my life that has brought me pain.
I look forward to enjoying my life here and considering all that has taken place over the course of the last year I think that's pretty awesome.
