So my parents and I FINALLY moved back into our house on Martin Luther King Junior Day. It’s been a week and I almost can’t believe it. Most of our stuff is now in our house but since my parents had the flu (and I thought I was coming down with it too, but luckily I didn’t) we’re moving things out of boxes and back to where they would normally be gradually.
My mom caught the flu on the DAY of her birthday (January 24th) which sucked because she’s only now feeling as though she isn’t going to pass out from being so weak. My poor dad caught her flu on Saturday and he’s going to need a little bit longer to feel better.
I’m really excited to be able to roll around in MY bed (as opposed to that twin flimsy thing I was sleeping on for the past 3 or so months)… Superstorm Sandy seems ages away, and I know a lot of people have moved on, but I truly feel blessed that we had a house to come back to.
For all the complaining I did while we were without a stable place to stay in the aftermath of the storm, I’m so grateful to return to my house with the fresh new paint smell (and the shiny-again hardwood floors).
Now I have to unpack my stuff and arrange my room so that I’m not tripping over stuff every day. (That’ll be a struggle) But I’m unpacking a few things here and there as I can. It’s crazy to think about the crap-tastic apartment a town over we were living in, and my brand-spanking new home. Too excited for all the possibilities.