I’m sitting on my couch, watching my TV, with my feet on my floor of my house in Florida.
I am surrounded by boxes. I have no idea where everything is going to go, or, for that matter, where anything is. I cut open 5 boxes labeled “master bedroom” trying to find sheets for my bed. They were in the last one, in the farthest back corner. But I found them, and made up my bed, and I can sleep in my bed in my house tonight. I can’t find my silverware yet, lol, so I guess I’ll just use my mother’s silver service which she gave to me, and I brought down here in my car. It’s good to have utensils, lol.
It’s starting to really feel like home, though, with my stuff in it. I’ve been basically living out of a carryon suitcase for about a month. It is really good to think I may unpack it for good by the end of the week.
My son and I have a date to Facetime tomorrow. I can’t wait, I haven’t seen him in way too long. I can give him a tour of the house.
My friend Pat who lives here, came over and helped me out today. It was so nice. I am so happy to have her here. I took her out for a pizza around 4:30. She’s done a lot for me, like watched over my house for 6 months. She told me tomorrow night is Mangia Cafe night. She and her friend sing karaoke there, I will be the clapper. (I wrote a haiku about Mangia a few months a: https://learningtolivelikewaterblog.com/2016/05/19/mangia-cafe/ )
Needless to say, I’m looking forward to it. Even though I will be exhausted, from unpacking, it will be fun. My first night out in my new hometown.
I think I’ll have a glass of wine. A toast myself for getting through it all. And take a couple of ibuprofen, lol.
Love and light…..