1/30 Condo
I'm moved. Me, the kitties, everything from a 700 sq ft apartment and everything from a 10 x 10 storage unit are all in one place. We're in MUCH bigger quarters. Gabby and Giz made the trip over - Gabby expressing her displeasure -- well in advance of the movers and had complete run of the master BR. They knew something was up when I locked them in the master bath so the furniture and boxes for the BR could be delivered. Giz entertained everyone with the paw under the door trick.
Gabby's BG was sky high at PMPS (which was late) but gradually improved. Initially, she didn't want to eat and refused her +1 but decided that the +2 meal was OK. They now have run of the place an are still getting used to their surroundings. It's started to snow (thank you weather gods for delaying the snow until after the move!) and Gizmo is in his cat tree watching the snowflakes descend into the courtyard.
I have way too many boxes. I can't find my silverware or chef's knives yet. (The guy who did the packing didn't mark the boxes well.) There's one wardrobe box that's on the wrong floor -- I want my bathrobe!) I also want my fairy godmother to stop by and with a bibidy-bopedy-boo magically get all the boxes unpacked and have everything in it's place. The developers of the condo moved down to the last remaining unit in our 3-plex. I've been admiring their outside chairs in the courtyard. They are so lovely -- they saw the chairs at Lowes and offered to pick them up for me. I think I'm going to like my neighbors! And the bonus is that my realtor who is a lovely man, lives across the street.
Time to go unpack more boxes!
I'm moved. Me, the kitties, everything from a 700 sq ft apartment and everything from a 10 x 10 storage unit are all in one place. We're in MUCH bigger quarters. Gabby and Giz made the trip over - Gabby expressing her displeasure -- well in advance of the movers and had complete run of the master BR. They knew something was up when I locked them in the master bath so the furniture and boxes for the BR could be delivered. Giz entertained everyone with the paw under the door trick.
Gabby's BG was sky high at PMPS (which was late) but gradually improved. Initially, she didn't want to eat and refused her +1 but decided that the +2 meal was OK. They now have run of the place an are still getting used to their surroundings. It's started to snow (thank you weather gods for delaying the snow until after the move!) and Gizmo is in his cat tree watching the snowflakes descend into the courtyard.
I have way too many boxes. I can't find my silverware or chef's knives yet. (The guy who did the packing didn't mark the boxes well.) There's one wardrobe box that's on the wrong floor -- I want my bathrobe!) I also want my fairy godmother to stop by and with a bibidy-bopedy-boo magically get all the boxes unpacked and have everything in it's place. The developers of the condo moved down to the last remaining unit in our 3-plex. I've been admiring their outside chairs in the courtyard. They are so lovely -- they saw the chairs at Lowes and offered to pick them up for me. I think I'm going to like my neighbors! And the bonus is that my realtor who is a lovely man, lives across the street.
Time to go unpack more boxes!
You'll find everything eventually, and get things squared away. The best thing is... You can do a little at a time, or a lot at a time. 
Be sure to take breaks, and get some snuggle time in with the babies. 
