It's happened. I've moved. E and I are now residents of Potrero Hill in San Francisco. And there was much rejoicing. Almost all of our stuff is physically located in the house (though I still have a carload in my trunk).
I am exhausted. And I hurt. All over. Unpacking boxes is hard work. And I have over 80 boxes of crap. You never realize how much crap you have until you move it. And then you are overwhelmed by the size of the crap. And I, at least, resolve to reduce the amount of said crap. But the problem is, I'm rather attached to my crap. I like my stuff. *sigh*
Anyway, the cats are dealing mostly okay, seeing as Horus and my guys are currently kept separate. Horus and Freesia have seen each other through a door. Much hissing and growling ensued, though Horus was much more upset than Freesia. Smudge hasn't seen Horus yet, though they have all had run of the downstairs at some point, so they are smelling each other all over. I'm hoping we can have a combined household by the weekend. We'll see.
The kitchen is mostly done. We could cook, except that we don't have much in way of food. I'm driven to unpack as quickly as possible 'cause I can't stand seeing all the boxes. And yet my body is rebelling and it is very hard to focus on pretty much anything (packing or otherwise).
Gak. I hate moving. But I love being with my E. So it's worth it.
pictures pictures!!! :)