We got our household goods yesterday. I still don't know if I am happy about it. It means a couple things:
1. Unpacking. I can safely say that I need another house to fit all my crap. My husband wants to have a garage sale, but I can't possibly hope to get more than 30 cents for the shit I don't want. Though we are now located in the RedNeck Riviera, so my trash might be Billy Bob's treasure.
2. Reality. It's true. We're here to stay. When you don't have your stuff, living in hotels and buying necessities in travel sized packets, you kinda feel like you're on an extended vacation. You allow yourself to eat out more often and drink more than you should. You say, "Screw it" and buy stuff that you know is a little more expensive. Vacation mentality. That has all come to a screeching halt. Cooking and cleaning instead of restaurants and housekeeping. Ugh.
On a good note, though, it's like Christmas opening all the boxes. I haven't seen any of this stuff in two months and, honestly, don't remember all the junk that was in the back of the silverware drawer. It's going to be a life-sized game of Tetris getting all this to fit in this little house.
It's all good. Maybe I'll just go back to work and let the Husband unpack it all! Hehe.