All moved in (a wee bit of unpacking to do)

Friday, 18 December

The truck with the rest of our stuffed arrived. Uncovering the damage continued. I will never buy a highly polished piece of furniture again. Anyone who has seen our dining room table knows that was just begging for a scratch with its high gloss surface. I admit it was a dumb piece of furniture to buy in the first place. Well, when we unwrapped it, scratches were the least of our worries. Pieces of gauged wood fell out of the wrapping paper. We are now definitely going for the hopefully ever-popular distressed look in our new home. At 5:30 pm the movers climbed into their truck and left. The boys’ playroom is already inches deep in LEGO® pieces. We are happy to have our new home to ourselves and to start settling.

Saturday morning, we were having our first real breakfast at home. There was a knock at the door. Amusingly, all four of us rose from the breakfast table together to answer the door. We haven’t had many visitors yet and all of us were curious to see who was calling. It was Brian our new neighbor. He was holding a huge box. I was thinking maybe my parents or Doug’s sent a Christmas package and Brian had been holding it for us. No. Brian had actually found the box down on the main road into Queenstown. It was one of our moving boxes and he recognized our name. Hmmm…I wonder how many more boxes are scattered between here and Denver?