Last Friday we went over to the apartment and picked up the last of our stuff; some shelving, a table, some of the Goob's toys, like that. We were in and out in two hours. Then we turned in our keys and shut off the utilities.
It is over. Done. All of the moving. Our things are officially gathered under one roof again. Better, for the first time in twenty years, I don't have a deadline. There's no "we'll only be here five years" hanging over my head. I can put down roots, paint walls, decorate, and otherwise nest. Life is very good. Oh - another first in twenty years: Not having to give a shit about hurricane season (except of course concern for my friends living on the coast).
One of the first things I've done is quit watering the plants. Next spring I intend to plant medicinal and dye plants, and to do that well, the easiest way is to make room in the flower beds we've already got. My method of choosing what goes? Yup. The high-maintenance stuff is bye-bye. Everything that croaks by fall will be ripped out. In the spring I'll replace it, either with useful things or native plants that won't need babied along. The beds are looking a bit ratty already, but I'm good with that. Heehee. Gotta at least pull stuff out, though, or the neighbors will be appalled.
Otherwise, I'm getting my work space organized, the Goober is playing in the back yard daily, and we intend to do a whole lot of nothing for the rest of the summer. Well. Next week at the local park is the annual re-enactment of our only local battle (from 1760something). I think we'll check that out. And I've got to hit the county fair in August, to see what the competition is like for when I enter next year. Plus I want to try finding a local wool supplier.
It's very nice to be back in a small town.