It is done. The move went smoothly, just still a lot of work. I unpacked all of the boxes except for two yesterday. Those will be done today. I re-arranged the living room twice. I think I like it the way it is now. As I sat down to watch TV last night, even my fingernails hurt. So much work.
Because we came from a 3 bdrm 2 bath house into a 1 bdrm 1 bath apt, I had to get creative in putting things away. Luckily, I have a good imagination. As I was cooking dinner last night, I forgot where I had put a few items. I would stand in the kitchen and ask myself, "Now, if I were a strainer, where would I be?" It all worked out, and, dinner was delicious.
There was a speed bump in the move however. The cable co had reassured me twice that my cable would be on in the apt Saturday. I was supposed to just plug in and go. I had told them that because my phone is hooked up through cable, and the importance of having my phone, (husband) I could not have service interrupted.
Of course, when Pat hooked everything up, no cable. I was on my cell phone with them for hours. I finally got to speak with a manager, told her that we are supposed to be on the priority list due to husband's illness. I explained that last week, they updated our new address with 911, and it was then I learned we are on this priority list and could not go without phone service. She called me back and said that someone would be out Sunday. Thank you.
All is well, my cable, phone and internet is up and running. Oh, the cable guy told me that yes, we indeed are on the priority list, that this will not happen again. If cable goes out, we would be the first for restoration. Yay.
The apt is wonderful. I've met some really nice people. It seems everyone has dogs, so, my little one is enjoying himself. The grounds are so park-like. At night, old fashioned street lamps come on, lighting the paths through the complex. I think I made the right decision to move here.
Husband did not handle the move well. He's still not really with it. Seems to go in and out of reality. I wanted him to go out on the porch in his scooter chair yesterday. He wanted to stay indoors. Maybe today he will go outside. He hasn't eaten much. He likes the apt, said it is real cozy. His poor brain just can't handle all this change. Will take time to sink in for him.
Yes, I did the right thing by moving here. It'll be alright. I'll be OK. I have to. I'm all I have.