A Place For Grumpbumps

No one I know likes moving.  I've moved at least 12 times in my life and I've cried during a lot of them.  A new place is always exciting, even when you are moving for sad reasons (like breaking up with a boyfriend - four times).  But this move into our new house has been so satisfying.  It sounds conceited or perhaps like I am being a braggart but Mr. Grumpbump and I deserved this house.  With everything going so much in our favor, I feel like I'm tempting fate by talking about how happy I am over the turn of events.  Also, it does us no service to chalk this up to fate or karma.  The facts are that Mr. Grumpbump and I made this happen.  I don't think I've ever believed that line coming out of other people - but now I feel like it completely a legitimate explanation for why some things in life happen the way they do.  (I don't believe this across the board because lots of bad things happen to very good people through no fault of their own.)  I just think it cheapens how Mr. Grumpbump and I hung in there in order to close on this house.

The big move happened yesterday.  Because we were moving from such a small place, we were 95% packed and ready to go.  Mr. Grumpbump and his friend and said friend's grandson packed the U-Haul, drove to the new house, and unpacked all within 2 hours.  I came over early to the house with the two cats in tow.  Both Macy and Delilah were pretty miserable upon entry into the house.  Delilah  would not stop hissing and growling, while Macy just made whimpering noises and ran behind the washer and dryer.  Delilah ended up in the master bathroom, hissing at anyone who opened the door.  It was not until we set up our bed and Delilah was able to climb up and sleep that she calmed down (a bit).  Macy did not relax all day, with a lot of whimpering and whining and crying.

Day two has been better.  I've moved Macy's cat condo to the main living area so she is near us, which appears to be of major concern with her. Macy's not a very needy cat, but she has really been stressed about this move and is constantly sitting next to us, always touching us.  In fact, she's sleeping next to me now, with her feet pushed up on my thigh.  Delilah, on the other hand, has been sleeping all day.  Mr. Grumpbump convinced her to go outside and she's now exploring the pool area.

Delilah lounging by the pool

Macy relaxing (sort of) on the couch with me

Macy's new perch by the window facing the pool

Today, I explored the neighborhood and found our Publix and a Super Target.  There are a ton of shops around our house and I'm looking forward to getting to know the local stores (for example, there is a cute little bakery up the street that I'm anxious to try).

I will post pictures of the house once we've organized ourselves a little better (too many boxes all over).