Moving day, part 2

Big changes. In the States we lived in a house with just barely 1000 sq. ft., and in Tbilisi we were issued a house with over 5000 sq. ft. It didn't take long to realize that it wasn't a good fit, it felt more like a hotel than a home. Changing residences under hubby's employer is lengthy and tedious, but finally, after three months of process, we are in our new home. That doesn't necessarily mean that all our stuff is in our place yet, though.

We thought we'd save a little cash and do the move mostly on our own. THWUMP! (That's the sound of the proverbial sock in the stomach that was our move) It was nonstop tedious work that just went on and on and, while in the middle, felt like it would never end. It couldn't possibly work--like in college at the beginning of finals week: the persistent ominous dread.

But somehow time passes, many long days of work add up, and a moment arrives when you're pretty sure you're past halfway done. Then 2/3. Then before you know it, you're on the last load . . . at least you think you are, but actually there's still just one more. And one more after that. And then the phone call from the cleaners that you didn't empty a drawer and you left the ironing board. And so it goes. And so passed the month of May with only four blog posts.

Fortunately the benefits of our new home, which is actually an apartment, far outweigh the hassle of the move. In addition to manageable square footage, we are now within walking distance of school, which means I may retire as fulltime taxi driver. We also have ironbar-free windows, more light, a well laid-out modern kitchen, and several balconies that add to our living space. After five months in Georgia, we are finally getting settled.