We've received the keys, now for the hard stuff. Conventional wisdom says that moving is difficult and I'm here to tell you that it's wisdom indeed. We've been putting in 12 hour days shuttling anything that will fit into a car to the new house. What you get when you do that is not only bone tired, you also get 2 houses that aren't really fit to be lived in because the one that you're accustomed to has been so stripped of essentials and is left with a sad echo and the new house just has boxes of essential and familiar things strewn everywhere. We'll get it all straightened out, but it'll take time.
We had the new house independently inspected and thankfully there were no show stoppers, just some minor adjustments required. So far everybody agrees (independent inspector, local soils and drainage expert) that the wet spots in the garage are not the onset of the kind of flooding we endured most every winter in Seattle, they're the rains of last summer that were absorbed by the concrete slab during construction and are evaporating through the garage floor. Summer is the rainy season here but to be safe I went over the pictures I took of the build from last summer and sure enough, puddles and mud everywhere.
We've endured 2+ years of planning and construction and are now enduring the chaos of the big move, hopefully our last. My dream is that by this 4th of July we will have unboxed and found everything (a place for everything and everything in its place), our old house will have sold and I'll be sitting on the deck with a beer and staring off into the distance at the mountains to the north.
