It is finished, or C'est fini!

And by the magic of the internet, we moved. If you just go by posts it wasn't a harried two and a half days at all! It's still amazing to me that once the new place gets established, the old place looks terrible. I kept moving boxes out of our little Manchester alcove and kept getting angrier and angrier at the neighborhood. I hated the slow drivers, or the fast ones, I hated the sound of those damned scooters' engines getting revved and repaired, I hated the fact that I was tired, hot, grumpy and generally felt terrible, and that the boxes and THINGS wouldn't end. I hated that the hallway light was out, that the banister came completely off the wall and that I couldn't just be at the new place.

But now it's over, we finished moving everything into the house just before the rain began and it couldn't have gone better. I woke up exhausted and nauseated Friday morning, but went into work anyway, thinking I'd put my nose to the grindstone and just concentrate on work. At 10 a.m. I had nothing to do, and just felt terrible and I discovered I lost my wallet. I left and without realizing it, drove to the apartment instead of the house! I sighed, turned around, drove to the house, picked up boxes and scoured the house for my wallet, and Ben came home early and we finished the remaining moving (One load! and that mostly trash) and crashed about 1. And we found my wallet in the Matrix. Yes!

An unnecessary play by play, and maybe I'll post some pictures later on this morning.