the circle grows smaller

Last night we packed the last of the cleaning supplies and vacuum, two floor lamps, and packing materials into the Escort, left the keys on the counter, and drove away.

Four years, over.

Back at home we built the last of the bookshelves, took a break for Italian food and a trip to Fred Meyer (the shredded hash browns we eat every weekend were only $1 per bag!), then drank a celebratory beer. Boxes are still everywhere, black plastic bags, and plastic bins, but the transition is complete.

I sent off our first mortgage payment a few days ago.

I haven't set up my computer yet properly, so I'm still huddled over the laptop propped on a box in Jer's office. I'm cross-legged on the floor with a Chiana in my lap, so not much has changed. I crave Diet Dr. Pepper. I am not used to having all of these stairs between me and my soft drinks.

In the last two weeks I've read five Sookie Stackhouse novels. Lily, thanks again for the birthday present. I'm on the last book now. They are like candy.

I guess I better go unpack something. Maybe someday we will be done with this.