Home at last
Friends, our move is complete. We are mostly unpacked.
And Charlie the Dog is exhausted.
But oh! We love our new place! It's everything we wanted. Henry has declared that he wants to live here for the rest of his life. I'm not going to hold him to that, but I appreciate the sentiment.
Right now Henry is home sick with a swollen eye and a sore throat, listening to a "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" audiobook on my computer. Typing while listening to his audiobook with him is more challenging than it sounds. Turns out I can't listen and think at the same time. I'd give him my headphones, but I can't find my headphones. I'm sure they're around here somewhere. And at some point I will get up to look for them.










May 25, 2010
Reader Comments (51)
My favorite part of moving is unpacking at the new house. I will start putting things where they go, and am practically unable to stop until every last box is empty. Its so fun to feather my nest. I'd move over and over again if it wasn't for the parts I loathe, namely packing, loading and unloading. I only love the last bit.
Excess sound, even.
(boo, hiss)
Glad your time in the wilderness has come to an end. Welcome home! xo
Every happiness in your new home!