On Thursday our things were delivered...four burley men would bring boxes inside, yell out a number to David--who would check it off the inventory sheet, then I would look at the contents written on the side of the box and tell them where to put it.
In three hours they had unloaded all of our stuff, set up the beds, and unpacked the kitchen and stemware boxes. By having them unpack some of the more fragile items, you ensure that if something is broken it will be documented on the spot...one less paperwork step (and in the military the less paper you can deal with, the better).
We spent the rest of the day unpacking our things and trying to figure out where furniture needed to be put to make our new space fit our needs. And after a day of unpacking, the only logical place to eat dinner is at your neighborhood casino's Mexican restaurant...right? Oh, Vegas.
On Friday, David returned to work and I took my boxes of school stuff to my classroom. I unloaded my stuff and tried to get a vision for what my classroom will look like. After a few hours of moving desks around it was time to step away.
One thing we have learned in all the moving is that sometimes you have to make yourself walk away. To continue staring at the same space or continually moving box after box around a room--you just have to step.away.from.the.stuff. So, Mac and I decided the only true solution was a swim in the pool to cool off and recharge before conquering the unpacking and organization of the kitchen cupboards.
It is now Sunday and the entire downstairs is put away. Today I will tackle the upstairs and David will go into work for the day (he was already put on a case for this week) and tonight we will be trying out the UNLV Newman Center for mass.
Life in our new home is exciting and it will continue to be even more so as the boxes unload.