One of the things about moving into a new house (old or new) is that everything is in a different place than you're used to. To get to the towel bar in the master bath, you had to literally stand in the bathtub - sort of defeats the purpose if you're trying to dry off. So when the workman came to install the toilet paper holders, I had him move the towel bar. Now it's in a much more "convenient" spot, but we have 4 holes in the wall that we have to repair. Luckily if we go to Sherwin Williams, they're supposed to give us free touch-up paint.
Bruce is still putting together furniture. I ordered a pair of bookshelves for either side of the fireplace to hold all the chotzkies we brought from St Louis (no, not the pink flamingos - Bruce thought he'd be funny putting them there).
As I unpack things, I've been placing them on the shelves. I think the shelves look really striking with the stone around the fireplace. The next item that should arrive soon is the couch. Either that or we can forget having guests over, because they won't have a place to sit.
I'm still chipping away at unpacking the boxes in my office. Since it's right next to the front door, it was an easy spot for the movers to drop stuff off. But with these huge boxes taking up so much floor space, I don't have a place to put my stuff once it's out of the box.
It's hard not to get distracted though, by the construction going on next door. They brought the crane back again this week to drop off huge palettes of sheathing in the house. It's hard to believe that one week ago, this was just a concrete foundation.
I've been able to take a few breaks and check out the neighborhood. On Sunday, I biked the Piney Creek Trail. I saw it on Google Maps, but unfortunately the easiest way to get to it is through a gated golf community. Since I'm not a member, I don't have the access code to the gate. But I managed to find another way to get to the trail by riding down a LONG hill. The part of the trail along the creek was flat and very pretty, but I ended up walking my bike back up the hill to get back home. I'm not in great enough shape yet to pedal all the way.
On another day, I decided to walk to the closest Starbucks (which turned out to be about 3 miles away). For the most part, there were sidewalks all the way, but I had to walk on the shoulder in one little section. At home, I would see "share the road" signs with a bike symbol, but here you have to share the road with golf carts. Let me tell you, those golf carts can really fly down the road.
