Moving Out Day, Champaign Edition

I am sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of Evan's room because it is the only chair not covered in furniture pads. All my stuff is being loaded onto a truck right now and I can't concentrated on work. In a few hours all that will remain in my house is a crib, a futon, and some suitcases.

7 years we were here. We painted every wall. Some twice. We patched cracks. We tore down walls and rebuilt windows. We learned about plaster and power washers. We kept Lowes in business for a few years there.

We decided that home repair is not really our forte.

We wrote dissertations here.

We rode the waves of graduate school here. We worked real jobs here too. Ones that actually payed us to sit in our sunny second floor office at our homemade desk, big enough for all (well, most) of our computers.

This was Evan's very first home. He learned to sit, crawl, walk, and talk here. He learned to run, and giggle, and tell the cat to get off the counters.

He learned that cats do not listen well.

When we first moved in to this house, the cat, barely more than a kitten then, sat at the top of the stairs and watched us move everything in. He couldn't run out the door because he was afraid to go down the stairs.

Now, we get notices that it's time for the cat's "geriatric" health evaluations. He's now shut in the bathroom closet so he doesn't run out the door that is held open all morning. He's not happy about that.

E is at school this morning, thank goodness. He loves his school and they love him there. His teachers are very sad that he will be leaving and I am very sad we will be leaving them. I haven't broken that part to E yet. He knows we're moving to "Tensee" and that we are going to a "parmen" but I don't think he really knows what that means. Tomorrow we will walk to school but I'll pick him up in the car to drive him to our new, temporary home.

No pictures right now. The cameras are packed so they don't go on the big truck. Same with the picture hard drive. Don't worry, it won't be two months without pictures; maybe just a couple more days. Then we'll be settled in the new place just in time to head off to New Mexico!