It's 6:08 am on Monday morning and I have just finished my workout. Jesse is on his way to work and my sweet baby girl is still snoozing away. The house is quiet and dark and everything is still. Just the way I like it when I sit down to write.
We've been in California a little over two weeks now and we are slowly settling in and learning our way around. I've made several solo outings and I've even been able to navigate without the GPS.
Our household goods were finally delivered on Friday. I think this is the shipment I have been anticipating the most because I honestly couldn't remember what we left behind. Three years is a long time, especially when you have a terrible memory like mine.
When the truck pulled up I told Jesse there was no way that it was full of our stuff. I had been told that they were doing another delivery so I just assumed that the truck had that delivery as well. But then the movers started bringing out box after box after box. I have to be honest and tell you that I began to panic a little bit as I tried to figure out where in the world we were going to put all of that stuff.
It took them about 5 hours to get everything unloaded. Unfortunately it started pouring rain during the last hour. I felt so bad for the guys but it didn't seem to slow them down. (And funny enough, I found that one of them grew up in our hometown and went to my high school's rival school. Honestly, what are the odds!?)
Meanwhile I was just itching to get my hands on some of those boxes! Once they were done our garage looked like a used furniture store and we had boxes stacked from ceiling to floor. Since we didn't really know what was in any of the boxes we just started opening all of them and going through them. I was beyond excited to find some of the fun decor stuff that I forgot I had. I also left behind tons of clothes so it was fun trying everything on. I feel like I have a whole new wardrobe.
During the unpacking process I learned a few new things:
1. I used to be either a shopaholic or a hoarder. Haha! I have never seen so much stuff in my life and I distinctly remember getting rid of a lot before we left.
2. Clothes that have been stored for three years smell like mothballs. We've had the lovely task of washing everything. It's been quite the process but at least I have some cute "new" things to wear.
3. I kept some of the weirdest stuff. As I was going through the boxes I would continually ask myself why in the world I kept particular things when they probably should have just been thrown away.
4. We are SO old. We have boxes of all of our pictures and notes we wrote to each other in high school. It's pretty hard to believe that was 15 years ago!
Anyway, I'm happy to say that we pretty much have everything unpacked and we are slowly getting things put where we want them. I have pictures leaning against the walls because I just can't make up my mind where I want to put anything.
We've also made two trips to Ikea for some storage furniture and things like that. Jesse is a ninja and had it all put together in no time, so that is really helpful. Despite the chaos and the piles of stuff everywhere, this place already feels like home.
I have this feeling that I can't really explain. Even though we are not completely unpacked and the house isn't decorated, I feel settled. Content, even. It's weird because I have been worried about it for months. The whole time we were overseas I longed for that feeling of being "at home." And when I learned that we were moving to California and not back to our house in North Carolina, I was worried that I would never get that feeling again.
I know that we are still in the honeymoon stage and that we will probably encounter a bit of culture shock every now and then again, but overall I feel really at peace about this place that we now call home. And I have to tell you, that is a really good feeling.