"What is this and where does it go?" (More from Tales of the Great Unpacking)

I've lost count how many times this has escaped my lips in the last week. If I never pick up a box and haul it into the house again, it will be far too soon.

I think that most people prefer unpacking to packing, but I'm different. To me, unpacking is an even bigger nightmare; boxes everywhere, many in the wrong place with contents unkown prompting far too many questions. In our case, also prompting far too many arguments about where things ought to be or if they should be at all!

In between interviews and other errands around town this last week, we've been more-slowly-than-surely unpacking our life and emptying it into the new house. When I arrived here last weekend, the garage was an un-navigable maze of boxes and furniture pieces. As of last night, it now houses one of the cars.

To her credit, once my wife got past the paralyzing problem of figuring out where to begin, we have finished much of what needs to be done in the last few days, as evidenced by the fact that only one car still sits in the driveway. That is not to say that the house is set-up by any means.

The good news is though that boxes are all finally in the appropriate room, just awaiting the day we actually open them and unpack/store their contents in their new places. Though I don't look forward to that, I am thankful for the light at the end of the tunnel.

Another few days and this place will be feeling even more like home.