We made it to the rental house. Later than planned, but we're here.
Just about everything is still in boxes. It's uncomfortably hot as the AC tries to recover from months of vacancy and open doors in the midday heat. The phone isn't on yet, the cable is out, and the water pressure is pitiful. The walls and floors still echo.
All the stuff from the condo, the stuff housed temporarily at Aunt Bob's, and the stuff from both storage units made it here too. It's the first time in months all of our things have been together under one roof.
I'm surrounded by my family and my belongings in the place we will live for the next several months. But all I want to do is go home.
Nobody half-asses it like me.
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*virtual hugs* it will come.
Done and done. Now go have that baby!
I bet it feels more like home when you unpack and settle in.
I agree with the others. Give it a day or two.
Hopefully it will start to feel like home soon.
I'd offer to come help unpack, but given that I'll be full of radioactive iodine for a few days starting tomorrow, I would hate to silently kill the thyroids of your children and unborn child.
This makes me so sad for you.
Dude. Aren't you, like, DUE? Do I need to come over there and finger your cervix myself?
Can't wait to see the place. My attic says it misses you. At least you left Nana. :)
Holy crap LM, I'm still a dumb late-adopter and don't use a feed reader and so I haven't been around here in way too long and so I didn't even know you were pregnant! Aack! So sorry! And congrats! And good luck! OMG! :)
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