The box maze continues. Little Dude woke up this morning and started huff-woofing at our boxes. There are A LOT of them, and we could make ‘running’ through the apartment A LOT of fun for him if we really wanted to. So far it’s staging craziness — we have everything socked into one room which will eventually turn into an office space for me. The hubs gets the totally awesome room with the stellar view. I’m jealous but he’s the one who needs an office space right now.
We’ve been in a hotel for the past week so I haven’t really experienced the sun waking me up in over a week. Our bedroom, even with blinds, gets lighter and lighter and by 7:30 I have no choice but to get up. I’m going to run with it — hopefully literally. The only problem is that now I am up and wanting to run errands to get a few things ready for the new home and nothing is open.
My dad was with us all last week and we had so many fun adventures hiking and exploring the new town. We went to a dog park and lo and behold a lady there is Swedish. Little Dude LOVES her dog — he would not stop trying to hump her. And yes I know it’s a dominance thing, but he honestly couldn’t stop and play and he has never been a major humper until he met her. The hilarious thing is that her name is Bella, and that is the same name of Bacca’s girlfriend. My dogs are doomed to follow a pattern. Anyways, the nice Swedish lady is a few years younger than my dad and by the end of our long conversation she was speaking Swedish with my dad. He was so happy. I’m hoping to get over to the dog park next week to see if I can find her again. She is really nice.
In our own little neighborhood we met some other nice people. As the anvils rolled down the ramp fro the moving truck a neighbor came over to ask what they were for and to introduce himself. Turns out he used to turn the coals for his grandfather’s forge when he was younger and remembers helping out with his blacksmithing. It’s so nice to have a warm reception to your new home. Our last neighborhood was nowhere as nice and welcoming. People waved and said hi but overall we didn’t get that, “Welcome home” feeling that we had within 30 minutes here. It’s something I miss from my neighborhood back home. When I go home it’s imperative that I go see several people on our block and a few others several blocks away. It’s the way you do things there. I’m hoping that the people here turn out similarly.
The sun is creeping over the mountains and so I’m going to start unpacking more boxes.