So we got ourselves moved in and in the first seven days we unpacked a gabillion boxes, had a bout of the stomach flu, had the painter here around the clock, Ed went to California, I did two events, we hit the fair and we celebrated Henry's birthday. whew.
(this was standard week one: painter in the window, dump truck in the yard, bedraggled kids wondering what was going on)
Week two was slightly better and week three feels like this might be our house after all. And we like it. We like it a lot. It felt like home immediately and like I told Ed, it feels an awful lot like our old house all grown up.
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