Thursday, March 29, 2007

Yep, I'm here.

And I have the internet - obviously.

And thus far, I'm not in love with Texas, but I guess it's hard to go from somewhere absolutely beautiful, like Savannah, to somewhere more... strip mall. But there are lots of wide open spaces and big clouds and such, so that's kind of cool. And I have the first walk-in closet that I've ever had - I mean, I've had closets that you could walk into, but it's not somewhere you'd want to stay for more time than it took you to find that sweater you were looking for waaaaay in the back, this one is a for-real-genuine-step-in-and-get-dressed closet, which is kind of cool. And my kitchen is really big (even though it's blue, which is a terrible color for kitchens). And I have a super cool screened in patio with a bar. And I have a jacuzzi and a cool deck in the front courtyard area.

Of course, the new house is not without its drawbacks - like some electrical issue that has several parts of the house without electricity (the biggest - the garage door opener), and the fact that the kitchen countertops are so low I feel like a giant, and the faux-finishing on way too many walls of the house... but we'll talk more about that another time - give me another couple of days of looking at the peachy-pinky-oyster finish in my bathroom and I'll be ready to vent.

Yesterday (when we got here), our across-the-way neighbor came over to welcome us. She spent close to two hours asking us questions, subtly checking out our stuff (she couldn't see much as most of it was still in boxes) and kind of trying to be our new neighbor-friend. Now, I've said more than once that I'm not really down with that whole "friend" thing, but I especially don't do the "neighbor-friend" thing - you can't hide out from neighbor-friends, you can't ignore neighbor-friends, neighbor-friends are always there. Plus, she has this slight aura of "please-please-please-like-me" which makes me throw up in my mouth a little. My darlin' derby wifey pointed out that the kid who rushes to welcome the new kid at school never ends up as the BFF, they're too needy.

When we finally got her out of the house, we were standing out in the driveway and she turns to me. "You're going to hate me!" she said brightly. "You are absolutely going to hate me!" I decide that maybe she's more perceptive than I had given her credit for... but then she explains that she was referring to a tree in her front yard that sheds leaves which blow everywhere. What. Ever.

Today, the unpackers came. Were you aware that there were people who did this? People who came and unpacked your crap? This was part of the relocation package thing. "Suh-weet!" I thought, I can just sit back and have someone put everything in its place.

Except... that's not what unpackers do.

"These are the rules," one of the unpacker guy says. "We take everything out of boxes and put everything on flat surfaces. We don't put anything in cabinets..."

So... they unpack, but only just.

So... instead of having stacks of boxes in every room of my house, I've got piles of crap in every room of my house.

Yeah. That's much better.