What a privilege to have so many hands helping us with our move. Some were close friends and some just willing volunteers, who heard we needed a hand. It was remarkable: I counted at least 18 people that showed up between the two houses. We only moved two blocks away, but still, there was quite a lot to be done. We began at nine, and everything was moved over by noon. Some stayed behind to help deep clean, while others unpacked boxes and found places to put things away in the new house. It was like an Amish barn-raising: many hands make short work. I just love how this community takes care of us. It truly feels like we are carried over potentially-stressful times by hands of love. The house was set up with what we need to live with by evening…including the kitchen and the kid’s rooms. I’ll slowly get to the other boxes over the coming weeks….we are set for now.
We love our new home, but being here now is slightly bittersweet. It has hit me several times that it does feel strange to not have Vernon moving in with us. When I individually asked Maki and Justine for their thoughts on this, they agreed: “It feels like Daddy doesn’t live with us anymore.” I know what they mean, though I wouldn’t say it so plainly. His marks were still all over the old house, his stuff everywhere—in drawers, on counters, in corners, all over the garage. Now that things have been packed in boxes, his things aren’t the first taken out. They will be, in time, but it really feels like JUST three of us live here. Though we have been living as three for months, it felt like Vernon was just on a trip or something…it still felt like he lived with us.
Anyway, he is coming back eventually. And he can leave a new mark on the house then.
It was such a busy day and the mover’s energy was so quick, I never even reached for my camera. Somebody did though (you know who you are) so I found a few random pictures of the morning hidden on my photo disk when I looked at it tonight. Here they are…
That was a fun surprise!
Here are a couple that I took of the craigslist chairs my mom recovered as my Christmas present. She brought them over tonight. Isn’t she brilliant?
Thank you mom…and thank you EVERYONE who helped us yesterday and through the week. We couldn’t have done this alone.