Yesterday was pretty successful. The first thing to note is the second we got into the new flat, we both felt so elated, so relieved, so ready for this. I was happy not to be even remotely sad about the old place. We can’t believe we have more space now, even more windows and sunlight, things that look and seem new. I don’t even know if it has truly hit us yet.
The movers were very efficient. And they only got two parking tickets. Yay, Westminster!
I put together 6 dining room chairs and Jonah helped. He is pretty amazing with an Allen key.
Immediately after assembling the dining room table and 6 chairs (btw, it will be crazy when I enter a phase in my life where I don’t have to put furniture together. We’re just not there yet) I decided the color of the fake wood was all wrong. So that was my first emotional distress of the day.
The second is that I am basically on my sixth day of the most excruciating pain I have ever known – I think something to do with my sciatic nerve. I cannot remember a time in my life when I felt this helpless. I sit in this new flat looking at a sea of boxes and bags that need to be emptied, and things put away, and after about 15 minutes of trying I have to sit down and cry. Which was pretty much this morning’s activity. I am impressed with the timing of this: less than a week from my due date, trying to really move in and feel settled and all I really want to do is hang out with Jonah. And I can’t. I can barely take care of him. Bryan has pretty much borne the mother lode of all this, while working full-time, and he is being a champion. But I can feel we are both a little tense. And it turns out I am horrendous at asking for help.
The only other mildly distressing thing was that immediately above our bedroom we can hear the neighbors’ loud tv, lots of talking and this morning- SNORING. That’s weird, right? To be able to hear your upstairs neighbor snoring? And then Bryan mentioned to me on his way out the door that Jonah’s room smells like pot. So it looks like we have a few things to sort.
None of this can dampen this new place. For the first time for me in seven years, I have a separate dryer from washer. And it doesn’t make the clothes smell. And it collects lint! Oh and we can breathe, Jonah can run and the new baby will have a place to sleep. Gratitude and hope. And maybe some injection straight into my lower back.