Moving is a beast. It has been one crazy week packing up and driving across the country and unpacking and settling in. We finally have most of the essentials out of boxes, we got our internet up and working, and I'm finally back to a place where I can think about something other than the chaos around me. My books aren't unpacked yet, so I won't feel "settled" until they are, but the unpacking prognosis is not looking good. I brought back a couple boxes of my childhood books from our recent visit to my parent's house, and even though we bought another bookshelf today, I don't think they're all going to have a home. First world problems, I know.
It was a wonderful summer of fun and family and mooching, but oh, it is nice to be back in a place of our own. Here's to finally being home!