What a mess.

So, we moved last week and now I live in a house filled with boxes. And crumpled newspapers.

Pippa says the new house is big. Which it is. And broken. Which it’s mostly not. But I think she just means it’s messy with all the boxes.

Cardboard boxes have a certain smell – a little sour smell. And they hide things, especially when you packed quickly and didn’t always label the box properly.

And I feel like I shouldn’t unpack quite yet because we want to paint the interior. And there are many repairs that need to be done before I paint – like cracks in the walls. And window frames that need sanding. And plaster that needs repairing.

And we’re ripping out the kitchen and the neighbouring breakfast room.

I feel like I’m camping. Except I have a fridge – which is in the dining room.

And we’re waiting for the ‘old’ house to go to settlement in 2 ½ weeks.

Last week Pippa called the new house the “New House” and the old house “Home.” This week I’m calling the new house “Home” and the old house “Old House.” Maja will be able to say Home, Old house and Old old house (this is Maja’s second move). Which is actually right in many ways, because the Old old house was built in the 1880s, the old house in the late 1890s and the new house in the 1920s. So, there’s that.

This is the 6^th place I’ll be living in since I moved to Philadelphia 12 years ago. I think I’m done moving.