A big moment. Although a week late, this morning at 7:20 the moving truck arrived at the door. In the days before, we sorted, packed, threw things away, and prepared ourselves—bit by bit each day. The delay was due to the kitchen not being finished.
The doorbell rings. Five strong, young men eager to get started dive into the boxes and furniture. Everything quickly disappears into a large MAN truck and is already being unloaded at the new house by 11:00. We are just moving within the city, so travel time is short. By 14:00 the five finish their work. Everything intact, everything in place. We sign, give a $50 tip, and everyone receives a bottle of vodka. Then we are alone. The unpacking begins. We won’t be finished today; tomorrow is another day.
Everything feels so different. Some of our furniture doesn’t quite fit the new rooms, but for now, it will do. I connect the TV and Yamaha system. At least we have music and pictures tonight. Around seven, we sit in the evening sun. She embraces me...radiant, settled, and so am I. The house is finished, our home is ready. We made it. Our first real house—not a row house like before, not a large apartment as a transition, but a house with a terrace, a space to walk around. Yes, now we are suburbanites, savers, homeowners, browsing garden center brochures. And that’s a good thing....Karsten
The doorbell rings. Five strong, young men eager to get started dive into the boxes and furniture. Everything quickly disappears into a large MAN truck and is already being unloaded at the new house by 11:00. We are just moving within the city, so travel time is short. By 14:00 the five finish their work. Everything intact, everything in place. We sign, give a $50 tip, and everyone receives a bottle of vodka. Then we are alone. The unpacking begins. We won’t be finished today; tomorrow is another day.
Everything feels so different. Some of our furniture doesn’t quite fit the new rooms, but for now, it will do. I connect the TV and Yamaha system. At least we have music and pictures tonight. Around seven, we sit in the evening sun. She embraces me...radiant, settled, and so am I. The house is finished, our home is ready. We made it. Our first real house—not a row house like before, not a large apartment as a transition, but a house with a terrace, a space to walk around. Yes, now we are suburbanites, savers, homeowners, browsing garden center brochures. And that’s a good thing....Karsten
kaho674 schrieb:
The cat actually needs to stay inside for 4 weeks after moving. Two weeks is tight. They also like to try to get “home” during that time. Try that with a predator like ours. I would have had to wait until winter first. I think running back home would have been too far.
kaho674 schrieb:
Tell me, Karsten, how does it look outside now? I’ve already admired the nice paths. But is there any grass yet or even a little tree?Apart from some weeds, nothing at all yet. But that can still change. Karsten
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Bieber081512 Sep 2017 22:02Nordlys schrieb:
Do you still remember? Surely you do. Tell us about it, moving in is definitely a topic that stays in your mind. Three hours delayed because of a wrongly parked vehicle. Small scratches on the wardrobe door (of course only noticed hours later during assembly; you don’t check every part, but you’re forced to sign off as soon as the "truck empty" condition is met...). The kitchen fitter wasn’t too happy at first about working during the move, but in the end, there were no conflicts… Everything turned out fine!
During the previous move, a drawer went missing. House was empty, truck was empty, but the drawer was gone. Black hole? Fourth dimension? Magic? Unexplained… I had to rebuild it myself.
They’ll get used to it soon.
I’m curious to see how it goes with the tomcats in our house next year.
I’m hoping for temperatures in the double-digit negatives; otherwise, the new house will be torn apart after 3 days. The 10-visit card at the vet is already in use. There will be territorial fights again until the neighborhood dogs and cats get accustomed to the new dominance.
I’m curious to see how it goes with the tomcats in our house next year.
I’m hoping for temperatures in the double-digit negatives; otherwise, the new house will be torn apart after 3 days. The 10-visit card at the vet is already in use. There will be territorial fights again until the neighborhood dogs and cats get accustomed to the new dominance.
Musketier schrieb:
After a few notices posted around town, she was back at the door less than a week later. What a stroke of luck that your cat can read
I had to be careful the first few days to turn left after work instead of right, but I managed to find my way home without any notices
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