Fists and blades

Here we are:

We are here. So if you’ve been reading, you knew we were moving. Today we’ve arrived. We’re in Bloomington, Indiana. The Yankee and I will both be starting at Indiana University’s Media School in time for the fall. We’ll be together. No more week-long commutes. No more 142 mile one-way trips to work. No more lots of silly things.

But we’ll get to all of that another time.

Right now, almost everything we own is on a giant truck and due here tomorrow. We drove up the two cars, which were loaded with the cat, three of the four bikes and not a spare inch of extra space.

Seriously. We’d set aside an area in the old house of stuff that was going with us — things we’d need, things the moving company said we should take ourselves and enough stuff to survive a day or so without our belongings — and somehow we managed to get every bit of it into the cars. If you’d asked me to fit eight more molecules into either car I would have had to quit after the third one. But we’re here.

Scenic drive up, too:

We hit the local Kroger. That place is huge.

Tonight we’re staying in an Airbnb. There is honeysuckle out front:

Tomorrow our things arrive and we sign the paperwork on our new house. Apparently we’ll now do both of those things simultaneously. How that’s supposed to work, we don’t yet know. But, hey, that’s just another thing. We’re so used to housing weirdness at this point (You should hear about our selling experience, criminy.) that it hardly even registers. By noon tomorrow we’ll just be down to unpacking.

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