If only I could find the silverware...

When I woke up in my new home on Thursday morning, there was a brief moment when I had no idea where I was or why every part of my body hurt. Several scenarios flashed through my brain before I remembered: I moved!

I would like to take this opportunity to say: this was my last self-move. Though Teece and I were rockstars who had the U-Haul loaded, unloaded, and returned within 7 hours, I'm really just not interested in doing this myself again. Next time, I'm hiring movers.

That being said, the whole day really did go remarkably smoothly; I even managed to back the 7'5" wide truck up my 8' wide driveway without 1) using my mirrors or 2) hitting anything! There was only one moment there at the end of the day where we both completely lost our minds and inadvertently trapped Teece under my mattress as we were trying to get it out of the truck. Naturally, one of my new neighbors chose that exact moment to walk up the driveway and found me filthy and giggling maddly as I tugged at a mattress that also appeared to be giggling. She had a sense of humor so she offered to help rather than backing away slowly to call the men in white coats.

I love my new place. Even though I'm up to my eyeballs in boxes and this morning I had to make a PB&J sandwich with my cake server because I haven't found the flatware yet, I love it. I can't wait until I'm settled in so I can start entertaining.

Of course, I'm going to need to find the dishes first.

Hmm.