I use the plural "days" as I will be moving from today through Saturday. Today, I'll start moving clothing and other items I've had here at my son's house. In the evening, Steve will help me move the yellow chair/foldout bed I've been sleeping on for three plus weeks, which I will use a few more days yet. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and we'll take a break from moving. As of tonight, I'll be sleeping in my own house.
Friday, the big move happens, getting everything from storage to my house. I've fretted about this part for so long, but now I just want it done--come what may. On Saturday we'll move fragile items such as artwork and lamps that we stashed at the very back of the storage unit and didn't want the movers handling, and a few heavier items, like my Yamaha electronic piano I stored at my son's house.
Of all the possible glitches I had anticipated, I never guessed the family would come down with Covid the week before the move. Yep, first my son became very ill and tested positive. Despite masking and distancing, we, one by one, became I'll. Most of us tested negative, including me. But with identical symptoms, we're pretty sure we all had the same thing. We'd all had boosters a year ago; and although I was overdue for the next one, we all had enough immunity to suffer just one miserable, fevered day. We continue to treat symptoms of sinus congestion and minor cough. But after just a few days, we each felt mostly normal. I am aware of easy fatigue and will definitely pace myself through the move and unpacking.
This was my first bout of Covid, having managed to avoid sick people for over three years. But in a busy family household, that's nearly impossible. I'm just grateful we all had relatively mild cases. I'd gone to Walgreens just a couple of weeks ago to get my booster, but was surprised to learn they no longer offer vaccinations at that location. Now, it'll have to wait until I'm fully recovered.
As of now, the house doesn't feel like my own. Cathy moved out two days ago, and the cleaners were there yesterday morning. I picked up a few groceries to stock the fridge and pantry. The whole family and dogs came over in the evening to see the place for the first time. Everyone was excited to see it. The dogs were running around, inside and out. I think, once I see my own furniture there, it will start to feel like home.
There are things I will change in the house, of course. It needs painting--almost every room. I'll have carpet replaced in the living and dining rooms, probably with LVP flooring. The kitchen is dark, and I may get the cabinets painted. The door to the backyard is a slider, and I'll change it out for French doors. I'll make better use of the storage area by adding flat pack shelving sections, some with doors. I'll do some brainstorming to organize the garage and shed so it's still possible to park two cars in the garage. All of these things will happen over time as I get the inspiration.
Most of all, I intend to get a door put on the primary bathroom! For some reason, the developer in this area designed an open arch doorway between the primary bedrooms and adjoining baths. With the saving grace of putting the toilet in a water closet room with a door for some privacy, at least. What's the deal with no doors on bathrooms? Who thought that would be a good idea?
I have brought a new washer and dryer which will be delivered in three weeks. I do have a nice laundry room that will allow me to set up an ironing board and also have a flat surface for folding. It will be so nice, at last, not to carry laundry up and downstairs.
My new residence will slowly appear as I settle and make it my own. No rush. I can go at a comfortable pace. When the house is presentable, I'll post a few pictures. It could be awhile.
