The Big Move

As I write this, I'm sitting at my computer table in the office of our new house in Breckenridge. We're on the outskirts of Morrisville, within easy reach of I-540 and pretty much everything from Durham to Raleigh.

The last few days have amounted to one long slog of me and the Juicebox playing pack mule, but I have to say: It's been worth it.

Huck's not going crazy because someone in the next apartment over slammed their front door. We're not being awakened in the middle of the night, every night, by the same neighbor who can't seem to control their car alarm. I don't come home from work to play Parking Lot Lotto, wondering if I'll actually be in front of the apartment or walking from a block away.

Elsa and Sienna weren't too thrilled during Moving Day. They had to spend about 12 hours locked in the apartment bathroom while the Mayflower guys hauled our stuff from the Oaks to Breckenridge. Elsa's a champ, though. Once we got the cats over here, Elsa came right upstairs to say hello, while Sienna huddled down behind the Raiders of the Lost Ark poster I still need to hang. Sienna didn't get the gumption to wander much until this morning.

The kitchen is nice - it could use more counter space, but Karen seems to be making the room work the way she wants it. We need a few more lamps, but those will come soon enough.

She made her first meal there tonight - a delicious meat and pasta dish with salad on the side. Yum!

Good to be home.