One extended power outage (think packing with no air conditioning or lights, while cooking with no oven and piling dirty dishes in a stopped-up sink with a non-functional garbage disposal), two weeks of gymnastics classes for Esther and "vacation" days for Tim, three nasty colds (one for each of us), four professional movers, and countless hours later...we're moved! Moved out, that is. We're now staying at the home of generous friends while we wait for our new house to become available and deal with the stuff that the movers didn't take. Some of it is slated to be given away, some is food items that we are still trying to use up, some consists of items that we deliberately saved out so that we could have the use of them as soon as we move in (the moving company we used gives themselves a rather large window of time to make the drop-off), and a rather larger amount than we would have liked consists of items we could have sent with the movers but didn't get sorted and boxed in time. It took us two and a half days after the movers left to organize our remaining stuff and get the apartment cleaned. We finally locked our door for the last time and dropped our keys off on Sunday night. Yesterday was all about recovery--and trying to manage the tasks of daily living when we couldn't find anything! Today I am doing loads of laundry and trying to reorganize our belongings. Tomorrow we'll drop off our giveaway stuff at the various locations that it's slated for, and have a farewell lunch with Tim's colleagues. Saturday will most likely be the day we make our drive down to our new house. Our mortgage has been delayed yet again--there are some things about the house that the mortgage appraiser is requiring to be fixed before we can be approved--but the owner is allowing us to rent in the interim, and we can move in on Saturday.
Anyway, the biggest hurdle of our move has been accomplished. Unpacking will be a lot of work, but I can take my time about it, and most of the boxes are pretty well organized.
Esther has done remarkably well with this move. She went through a period right before we found out we were moving where she was having significant issues with what looked like separation anxiety--she couldn't fall asleep at night unless one of us was sitting where she could see us, would wake up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep at all for several hours, and had a couple of meltdowns over being apart from us (something she did only very briefly at the age where that's usual). So I was expecting her to have the same issues and then some the whole time we were packing and moving, but she has been fine. Just in the last few days she has been a little extra clingy and wanting to be carried everywhere, but after all the disruption and transitions I think she's entitled to that! (I am SO glad I went ahead and ordered a new mei tai carrier for her, as there were several times I really had to get something done and she really wanted to be carried, but willingly accepted being up on my back in the carrier while I packed.)
Esther is awake now. I asked her what she wanted me to write about moving and she said, "Esther and Daddy. And you!"
She also wanted to type herself. Here is her contribution:
v f'flhki,bvialhbihnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn".
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