Welcome to my house

Today is the day I unpacked the last box in my basement. If you call a lower floor a basement even though it’s at the ground level and has a sliding glass door. Is it a basement? Or just the downstairs?

And if by unpacked you mean removing everything from boxes even though you had to order three more IKEA storage units so you’ll have a place to put everything. In the meantime, stacks of stuff are on every flat surface.

I promise I am not a hoarder. I’m a Collector (ha) and also, the Keeper of the Children’s Childhood things, including a lot of dusty video games, various old consoles and an impressive assortment of stuffed animals. I have a lot of books even though I prefer reading on my Kindle. I’ve downsized over the years but I still have three bookcases full of books which will one day end up in a thrift store, I imagine, but I won’t be here to protest. Or maybe I’ll be driving the getaway car. Who knows, really?

As it turns out, getting a laptop did not solve my blogging issues. I’ve just connected my old desktop and type this from my new Uplift desk which I somehow won in a drawing right before we moved. It’s pretty spiffy and allows me to sit or stand at just about any height. Will I somehow get into a writing rhythm again? I sure hope so.

In case you’re wondering, this is the twelfth move since we got married. It’s a wonder I know where anything is. If you haven’t moved lately, you might have forgotten the chaos of donating things, selling things, giving things away and basically leaving a breadcrumb trail of all the things you’ve ever owned so you might be able to find your way back. Only, of course, you never can find your way back. There’s only the way forward.

And that’s why I still don’t know where things are because I don’t even remember if I still own said things. Honestly, it’s driving me a little nutty.

But soon and very soon, I will find a place for everything and put everything in its place and live happily ever after.

(And just in case you were really impressed that I unpacked the last basement box a mere two months after moving, rest assured that there are still a few boxes in the garage.)