Yesterday my husband and I arrived at our new home. Moving was a fiasco. They were supposed to pick our stuff up on Friday. But first, the company didn’t do the paperwork they needed to do. So we had to sponsor them on base. But then, when they were trying to get on, they crashed into the base gate, so they had to file an accident report. Then they were denied entry because it turned out the driver had a DUI or something. So they had to come back Saturday. It was 530 pm when we got on the road. We drove until midnight, then finished the trip on Sunday. Yesterday we just unpacked the car and tried a local pizza place for dinner.
I feel stressed. The good news is that the house has beautiful hardwood floors, lots of big windows, a nice size yard etc. The bad news is that I am in a busy area. I’d say at least 100 cars an hour have passed my house. I hear road noise. I am terrified of parallel parking, and most areas here require it. It’s stressful.
But still, I must make the most of it. The moving truck comes on Wednesday. Then the real work will begin.
Life at Home 