Got stuff loaded up in DC two days ago, and the movers got up here to New England tonight. I’ve got a crowded apartment. Being the proud new owner of my mom’s dining room set, I guess I’ll be doing some entertaining in the future. Right now, it’s cutting the plastic and cardboard off of everything; I’m not even going to think about starting on the boxes until tomorrow. With the litigation, we were a bit rushed when we packed everything, and so many of the boxes are less than adequately labeled: as my aunt said, “It’ll be like Christmas. Lots of surprises.”
Anyway. The movers left about an hour ago — they took the stuff from Silver Spring to Annapolis, and then up here, and they’ve got the other half of the truck to unload in New Jersey tomorrow morning — and I’m relaxing for a moment and enjoying a beer. I’m sure that by tomorrow, I’ll be so tired of all this stuff that I’ll be eager to get some reading and writing done.
For now, though, I’m just happy to not have to make that nine-hour drive down Interstates 84, 81, and 83 for a while.
Just think how much fun the girls are going to have when you unpack boxes. Pictures, please!