Well, friends, my entire body hurts all the way down to my hands and wrists from gripping so many boxes during the move, but we’re in, and I can’t tell you how good it feels.
It feels like home.
Because it is.
While I have another fun post on the humorous side of this move, I thought I’d save that for tomorrow and instead, post some fun stats and pictures instead.
8.3 miles. The equivalent steps taken between moving me and M out of our respective apartments and into our new one (let’s just say there was a long ass hallway involved!).
17 hours. The amount of time M and I spent from the minute we woke up (5:50 am) to the minute we stopped unpacking (11:15 pm) and flopped into bed.
1.25 bottles of wine drank during the ‘second wind’ portion of our unpacking brigade last night 😉
6. The ‘crew’ helping us move included my sister Jess and BIL Scott, and my mom and her boyfriend Mark, who, as far as I’m concerned, is part machine 😉
45 boxes. AT LEAST. Man, we have a lot of shit when it’s all combined! (30 of those boxes were mine though, for the record).
2. Tired souls today (well, I’m sure that’s 6 actually!). Two tired but extremely happy souls 🙂
In pictures…our new digs!! (and yes, we did even put up all of our pictures on the walls today too!)
There are a few more picures, of the bathrooms and bedroom and closets, but those are probably boring 😉 (and the bed isn’t set up yet, sadly, as the furniture store brought two LEFT legs to put it together. Smooth.).
Our digs…feel spectacular and a little bit luxury and a little bit ‘is this really our place!?” and I love it. It’s still sinking in, and I think I’ll enjoy that feeling for the next little while. Cheers friends!