Unpacking

We’ve been living in the new place for nearly two weeks.

We have unpacked almost all of our boxes. That feels great.

I found my supply of XL t-shirts yesterday, so last night I was able to sleep with my belly covered for the first time in weeks.

I also found the kid’s train, the one he has been asking for roughly once a day since we left San Francisco.

I discovered that although the movers wrapped individual plastic cups in three layers of paper, they tossed some lovely, very old, very delicate beaded purses – unwrapped – into the bottom of a box full of picture frames and Legos. I should be grateful that nothing else seems to be broken. But I am not.

Those are just the latest additions to our list of things-that-need-to-be-fixed around here. All fairly minor. But long. (Example: the previous owners, while very nice people, seem to have taken a single screw out of every doorknob in the flat. So they have a tendency to fall off. Especially at 4 am, when I’m trying to make it to the bathroom without turning on any lights because the light wakes me up. Of course, so does the thud of a bronze doorknob hitting the floor.)

We still have NO INTERNET. Now, iPhones are great, but are perhaps not the most useful tools for finding, say, a hardware store that sells headless screws that fit in doorknobs. (Hint: none of them.)

But. The paint colors look really, really good.