We took the first loads of 'stuff' to the new house yesterday, and unloaded three large SUVs full of boxes with which we had played Tetris in order to maximize cargo space.
After unloading the trucks, and running those stairs a few too many times, we went back to the Anchorage location and refilled the trucks. Today's load is heavy. My V6 is wishing it had a couple extra cylinders. :)
The painters will be at the new house today, changing the palette in both daughters' bedrooms and the family room. Meanwhile, we're staging nearly everything in the garage. It seems the landlord at the Anchorage end has new renters champing at the bit to get into the place we fixed up so nicely, a couple years ago.
So we'll attempt to be out by the end of the day on Friday. We originally thought we'd have until Sunday, but the shorter time is voluntary. If we don't get done, we don't get done; not a big deal.
But today we're taking the beds along, and are planning our first night in our home.
So we'll unload the mattresses and box springs, the three SUVs again, and then head back into Anchorage to reload. Again.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Yes, I know it's not a unique experience. So why am I making such a big deal about it? Because we've never owned a house before.
Some may be surprised by that admission, but there it is. We've been transients, and rarely stayed anyplace for more than a few years. In 36 years of marriage, we've moved nearly two dozen times. Much of that was in the early years, and we've been in our current digs for nearly 13 years ... but it wasn't in God's timing for us to buy, until now.
So we're first-time home buyers, and it just happens to be this beautiful Alaskan home in the Chugach Mountains.
We are truly blessed.