Looks Like We Made It

If the title of this blog has gotten that song stuck in your head ... you're welcome.

We are officially residents of Georgia. Well, I guess that is not entirely true. I guess that we will become "official" when we get our drivers license updated and register to vote. But, nonetheless, we are moved in and mostly unpacked. There is even some food in the fridge.

Last week was one big blur. Last weekend we said our final goodbyes to our closest friends. It wasn't as sad as I would have imagined. I guess because we fail to believe that it was really "goodbye". We will see everyone again, and that makes it easier. Monday, the movers showed up around 8:30. By 11:30 our house was empty. I kept busy cleaning, so I didn't allow myself any sadness over leaving our first home. Monday night we went out with our neighbor for sushi. Yum, yum. We spent a few hours hanging out with them, then went to our empty house, blew up the air mattress and tried to get a few hours of sleep before waking before the roosters.

Tuesday we got up, finished packing the car (and the cats) and were on the road by 5:30 am. The cats were fun. Our vet, Ted Hammacker, gave me some tranquilizers in case we needed them. I decided the cats typically did okay in the car, so I was going to try the trip sans-tranquilizers. Well, they did not want to get in the small cat carrier, let alone together. After a number of chases around the house, and a few scratches on the hand, I finally got both cats in the carrier. Mocha was not happy and kept hissing at Pickens. Well, we got the carrier situated in the car and closed up the house. When we backed out of the drive, it hit me. We were leaving. That house is not our home anymore. A few tears were shed, but I was able to compose myself before we were out of Springfield.

I napped for a couple of hours and when I woke up, we stopped for a cup of Joe and a Crossanwich. Burger King has some addictive advertising. The remainder of the trip was pretty uneventful. We did stop for lunch and put food, water and litter out for the cats. I think they were pretty traumatized, because they did not even get out of the cage.

We pulled into my dad's house in Walhalla, SC around 8:30 that night.

The next morning we once again left the house at 5:30 in the morning to make it to Augusta by 8:00. The movers actually beat us to our apartment. By noon, all of our stuff was in our apartment. We went and bought a washer and dryer (my first) and headed back to SC with a load of stuff that would not fit into the apartment. Thursday we headed back to Augusta and started unpacking. Did I just pack all of this stuff? Why didn't we just leave it and start over when we got here?

Thursday and Friday we were able to get most everything unpacked and arranged. Friday the cable guy came and set up our cable and internet. It was so nice to finally be connected! Saturday we headed back to SC with another load of stuff. We also were able to attend the 1st birthday party of the son of my best friend from high school, and have dinner with them afterwards. It was good to finally see a friendly face.

Sunday it was back to Augusta. Hopefully, we won't be doing any major driving for a few weeks. Wednesday my dad and youngest sister are stopping by for dinner on their way from Florida to SC.

All in all, I think this is going to be good. Adjusting to apartment life is going to be interesting, but we know it is temporary. It will be good to start work next week and get back into a regular schedule. I certainly miss the comfort zone of Springfield and all of our friends there, but I feel like I am home. I just wish I could bring everyone out here.