Amidst the sea of cardboard boxes, a single box steals my attention. The bright orange tape that outlines its edges are difficult to ignore.Taking a closer look, the scrawled print indicates that this box contains "parts." Curious, I begin to rummage through its contents to see what items would merit the special attention. I find the parts needed to construct bed frames, Lottie's crib, the remote controls, various wires needed to attach, well I'm not exactly sure. That's Andrew's job; but you get the idea. As I close the box, a feeling of appreciation and gratitude wash through me as I realize how much thought was put into the packing of our home goods. We're lucky (read spoiled) that one of the benefits attached to Andrew's new job included having our things packed by professionals, stored and finally hauled into our home for us.
However, if I was to make a single recommendation to any moving company; it would be to use that same orange tape to highlight one additional box. Four days in and dozens of unpacked boxes later, the TOILET PAPER still continues to evade me! As fun as it is to juggle a single roll of toilet paper between bathrooms, I'm looking forward to retiring the phrase:
"Eliza, can you please hurry and bring the toilet paper to Mommy's bathroom?" It's time we find the stock pile I know we had before moving. Or, to simply buy more.
Another household item that remains hidden is the dust pan. The broom was an easy find which is fortunate considering how much hard wood floor we now occupy. The accumulation of household floor dirt is temporarily living in a large pile in our entry way closet. Sweet.
Hangers... that's another needed treasure I look forward to uncovering.
Other than these silly, albeit imperative, wants; were trudging along box by box; feeling thankful to be reunited with our family's routines and establishing our new normal.
Saturday night, a dozen neighborhood children and their parents approached our door to welcome us to the cul-de-sac. Eliza, being recently reunited with her dress up box, came to the door wearing a fluffy pink skirt, a purple Hawaiian lei (no shirt), yellow high heels, a crown and a surprising somber expression.
"And this, is Eliza." I said as I tried to stifle my own laughter. She looked awesome. At least she was authentic in letting her mood, influenced by how tired she was, own her. Henry didn't realize how lucky he was to be standing next to a neighbor boy his same age. The good news continued as details of our neighborhood were relayed. We're very happy and optimistic that we've found the home and area where we will raise our kids. Life is certainly full of unexpected change, but for now we're hoping to lay down some serious roots.
Photos of the home will come later. The sight of boxes hinders all motivation for indoor picture taking. The outside, with its clouded lighting, was a far more appealing subject to capture this morning. Here's a sampling of our slice of heaven.
Can you spy Eliza and Henry?Eliza and Henry happily inherited the swing set. Andrew happily inherited a super awesome lawn mower.
The patio is outlined with great rocks.
So is the yard.