The moving van arrived last Thursday night. And we were so grateful, we handed the driver a wad of cash and asked him to please turn his semi around and head on back to Maryland.
Yes. I am writing tonight’s post from our living room in Maryland. We arrived home on Sunday morning at 1:30am, this time driving both cars and more than a little disoriented. We had moved to Georgia for Casey to begin not only a new job, but a whole new career, but by the close of our week there, we just, well… changed our minds.
Though I was only gone for 8 days, it feels surreal to walk through this house, now empty, but for the furniture. The rest of our lives is in boxes (mostly unlabeled!) in the garage, to be slowly unpacked and sorted through. Let’s just think of our week in Georgia as a really expensive, oddly emotional vacation.
So much has happened in the last few days, it would take hours to recount it all. I drove Casey’s car with Cooper, and Casey drove the SUV with Kenny, Dudley and the stuff we didn’t put in the moving van. We left Friday and drove only to my grandparent’s house in South Carolina… in a stroke of irony, we experienced the Atlanta traffic everyone warned us about: it took us an hour and a half to go the first 30 miles out of town.
We had a great time with my mom’s parents, even getting to see my Aunt and Uncle, and my cousin and her daughter, who is four months older than Kenny. We left their house after lunch and drove straight through to our house here. We had to stop four times to nurse Cooper, and I calculated that in the cumulative 10 and a half hours of our travel time, Coop screamed for about 4 of them. Thank goodness Kenny was spared! I just cranked up the Broadway channel on the satellite radio and had my own little show as I rolled down the highway.
So now I am sitting here, me the girl who hates clutter and abhors disorganization, in a veritable puddle of shredded packing supplies and discombobulated knickknacks, eating ice cream off a paper plate and wondering how long it’s going to take us to find the baby bathtub or a can opener. I took most of Cooper’s morning naptime frantically searching for the sheets to Kenny’s bed so that he could sleep in it tonight. And Casey spent the entire afternoon unpacking our clothes, which were none-too-gently smashed into several garment boxes, dumping them into the closet and slowly sorting, folding and hanging.
On a fun note, I spent the day arranging Kenny’s room to now be a shared room for him and Cooper (Cooper has been in a bassinet by our bed until now), setting up Cooper’s crib (thank you Casey!) and buying a new crib set to go with Kenny’s current color scheme. And it is convenient, though terribly un-ecological, to use plastic forks, paper plates and ready-to-heat food. I suppose we’ll find the dishware and frying pans at some point.
Casey is happy to have realized the vocation he is meant to pursue. Kenny is happy to be home. Cooper is happy as long as he gets his milk. And Dudley is thrilled to have his herons to talk to once again. Me? I’m ready for bed, and secretly hoping that we don’t find the vacuum anytime soon.