Everything is happening slower than I want it to. I’m glad that I bumped the move up a week, because it’s taken a lot longer than expected. There are still a few things left at the apartment that I need to pick up (I left my pictures hung because I didn’t have time to spackle the walls yet).
Just the move itself took twice as long as expected. I do this thing right…. people, they usually assume I’m in my 20s. I look young. And sometimes I feel like I’m still in my 20s. But after loading and unloading that truck several times this weekend, I felt like I was 50. Despite having more muscle tone than I used to, I’m not the young buck I once was.
And now that I’m in the house, everything is taking forever. My list of things I hope to get done this weekend is impossible:
- Reseal grout in kitchen
- Chop down branches in back yard
- Get the deck ready for company
- Get my lawn mower and mow the lawn
- Paint my basement
- Sort boxes and unpack more
- Hit up IKEA and put together some furniture
- Install CO detectors
Heck, I know there’s a bunch I’m forgetting.
I guess part of home ownership is learning to take things one step at a time.
Despite what sounds like griping there, I’m sleeping better than I have in months. Oh speaking of sleeping, I now need to purchase a split box spring for my bed. So there’s another thing to do this weekend.
And this is, of course, in addition to this weekend’s social events.
I guess we’ll see how it all goes. One step at a time…

