The moving company said the van would arrive on Monday morning, sometime between 10AM and 11AM. I left Ollie the cat at my brother's home and drove here early. Good thing. The van and three men showed up at 9:15AM.
In less than three hours, all my earthly belongings had been toted into the apartment and set down in their respective rooms.
The lead mover was grateful, after negotiating everything down a narrow staircase in Maine, that this is a first-floor apartment. After I'd filled several trash bags with packing paper from the "open me first" boxes, the kitchen area looked like this:
It's funny how, in only 12 days you (or I, anyway) can forget what you own. In planning the layout of furniture here, I had made no allowance in my mind's eye for the rattan chair and loveseat that had made up a small sitting area in the end of my large Maine dining room.
For now, they will remain in the living room – rearranged from what you see above – but I have no idea where they will eventually go. I'm sure I'll work it out in time.
Of course, the first area I made livable (after the coffee in the kitchen) was the desk in the office. (How else would you be reading this.)
It's going to be a comfortable place to work. In Maine, my desk was as far as you could get from the kitchen and still be in the apartment. Here, however, it is directly across from the kitchen – the better to keep the coffee flowing when Ollie gets me out of bed at 4AM as he did this morning.
No photo of Ollie yet, but when I brought him into his new home yesterday, he would have shrugged if cats did such a thing. I showed him where his litter box is and his food bowl, then he set about leisurely checking out all the rooms.
No hiding, no running scared and when he was satisfied, he stretched out on the sofa for a nap as though he hadn't traveled 3,000 miles or suffered through a strange hotel room, a drugged plane ride and a week fending off a dog and two cats he had no interest in knowing.
I had bought some grapes, a bottle of Oswego Hills pinot gris and a hunk of Oregon Tillamook cheddar. Then last evening, my brother and his wife, Isa, dropped by and we christened the new apartment.
After a long day, Ollie and I slept in our own bed again. There is a lot of unpacking to do, but we are home.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Johna Ferguson: Vanity