We have packed exactly three boxes. I know that most packing has to wait until the last few days, but it is hard to know that this entire house of belongings needs to be boxed up and moved in less than three weeks. The freezer! The bikes! The couch! Everything! I'm going to lose my mind.
We've settled on a paint scheme for the living/dining area. It is hard to imagine, but we're going with three large horizontal stripes in light chartreuse and dark grey. Evelyn's bedroom will be a high gloss midnight blue. The master bedroom is TBD.
When last I visited (Monday), everything was in except the kitchen counter, kitchen backsplash, window coverings, bathroom mirrors and medicine cabinets. Our yard-adjacent neighbors moved in last weekend, and with them a giant dog that can look right into our dining room from his dining room. They have a "Welcome" sign on their front door. It looks like a country broom. I have already judged them for that. (Yes.)
We were told our wall-adjacent neighbors are a fun young couple, the husband of which is an Air Force helicopter flying instructor. So far we've only seen one kid, and she is an 18-month old at the end of the courtyard. Considering one enormous factor in moving to this new neighborhood was to be engulfed with Evelyn-aged children, I am disappointed. Lots of young, childless couples that may start procreating in the next few years, but few that already have. Boo.
I've already started imagining my new life in my new neighborhood. I'll bike to the store! I'll bike to work! We'll take the dogs to the dog park, via bicycle! (Do you see a theme?) I've decided our family minivan will actually be an Xtracycle, and we'll become hipster bicycle enthusiasts, with handlbar mustaches and olde tyme tartan wool pants.
EDIT: This will be me.
I hope, really really hope, that this move turns out to be a good decision.
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