First night in the new home; first morning...
I don't know how I feel about it yet, because I'm still a frayed bundle of nerves over last second panic packing that resulted in two nights without sleep, because of packing.
I'm also worrying about whether or not the spirit of my deceased cat came with me. I brought her urn, paw prints and scrapings of dirt buildup from the corners of walls that she rubbed against, as one of the last trips, but did she come, too?
This feels weird.
I remember reading an article that said the average person lives in 11 homes in their lifetime.
This is my third. The first, I was so young when we moved, I barely remember the house or the move. I was in the last house for 38 years. That's a lot of memories.
I'm also fairly certain the 1-800-GOT-JUNK people took my Sega Genesis.
Canadian Mastodon Server, eh! 🇨🇦