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A new beginning...

I’ve gotten moved in to my new home and celebrated my first holiday in it with my family - the first time we have celebrated a holiday together in at least 3 years.  It was a little surreal, but very nice.

I was thankful that my mom came down to help me pack up and, more importantly, unpack.  I think that’s the most time we’ve spent together since college.  It’s hard to believe a single person living in less than 900 sq. feet can have so much crap!  And it’d only been just over a year since I moved last!  Miraculously (and thanks in no small part to my mom), the house is about 90% unpacked.  Additionally, we stopped on the way and emptied out my mom’s storage space that contained some of my grandmother’s furniture and a lot of crap that my mom has hung on to for the last decade - since they moved to Chicago and didn’t have room for it.  Thankfully, I do have the space now and she won’t have to pay to store it any more.  I now have my grandmother’s bedroom suit from the late fifties/early sixties, her desk, and her arm chair.  It’s kinda nice to have some of her things around.  And now the dog has her sofa to herself!  She would always begrudge me the space at the end of her couch.

Since the move was a week before Thanksgiving, I convinced my mom to stay through the holiday and convinced my dad and brother to come down for the day.  So, a week after moving I made Thanksgiving dinner, and it turned out nicely if I do say so myself.  It was good to see them.  We used to have a lot of holiday traditions growing up, but the last few years have been pretty tumultuous.  It was nice to turn on the parade, put the turkey in the oven, and spend the day together.  I think we’re at a stage where we’re having to get to know each other again as adults.  It’s a bit weird, but nice.  Now I feel like I’m rattling around this place by myself.  I’m loving the elbow-room and a yard to turn the dog loose into, though.  It’s just going to take some getting used to.

I’ve moved to a small town in rural Tennessee and I’ve moved into a house that was built in the 1860s.  Evidently the guy who built it was a brick maker with plenty of extra bricks, so the walls are 18 inches thick.  It’s quirky, as older houses are, but it’s been taken care of and modernized well.  I like places with character.  The little town is cute and it’s a nice old neighborhood with friendly, small-town folk.  My 93 year-old neighbor was born in the house next door and has lived there all her life.  She is the stereotypical genteel Southern lady who has come over twice already to check on me.  It’s gonna be interesting living here.  I’m looking forward to it.

Tomorrow is my first day of work.  I have no idea what the day’ll hold.  I suppose that’s half the fun.  I’m gonna keep telling myself that…

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f_m_r_l
Dec. 8th, 2013 10:00 pm (UTC)
How was your first day of work?
antesqueluz
Dec. 9th, 2013 06:49 pm (UTC)
Not too bad, all in all. Thanks for asking! Imma post an update here in a minute with tmi, I'm sure. :-)
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