Reunited -- but only for a few days

Sorry for the lack of posts, but the last few days have been a flurry of activity -- I flew back to Michigan after work a week ago Thursday, the movers came and packed first thing Friday morning (we were still asleep when they rang the doorbell), we had our second-round garage sale Saturday, the movers took away our worldly possessions Monday before we had goodbye dinner with my dad, we closed on our house Tuesday, then flew to NYC.

Exhausted yet?
Well, there's more.

We still had to meet with our new landlord Wednesday morning for final approval -- don't get me started -- then pack up my corporate apartment before starting to move Thursday. The movers delivered our stuff from Michigan Friday, and all weekend we tried to tuck three bedrooms worth of stuff into a 695-square-foot apartment.

But wait, there's still more!

At the moment, I'm in Columbus for a week-long business trip. So John is finally in New York, along with our stuff and our cat, in our new apartment, and I'm not there.

Here are a few photos to catch you up on our relocation week.

Breakfast with Barry and Carrie at A2 institution Fleetwood Diner:











Our house, packed and waiting for the movers to take it all away:









Our lead movers, Jack and Louie, who patiently put up with our naivity in how it works when someone else packs and moves your stuff. (Moving has always meant buying beer and pizza for friends, what do we know??)












Us with our Realtor, Robin, who was with us when we bought our first house, and was with us when we sold it 6 1/2 years later. He was such a godsend for us, helping us through things like knowing when to counteroffer and when to just accept, and coaching us on remembering to get the utilities out of our name.








Me lounging in our new palatial apartment, amid all the boxes.
Note to viewers: I'm actually wearing shorts, so this picture isn't quite as peek-up-my-skirt as it might seem.








The weekend wasn't all work and no play -- an MBA friend, Steve, has just accepted a job that will bring him back to the city so he rounded up a big group for dinner when he came to town looking at apartments Saturday, then John and I had a quiet picnic in Central Park Sunday evening. Well, as quiet as it can be with a few hundred strangers around, but with a little champagne, some cheese, bread and olives, it's easy to tune everything out and just enjoy a sigh of relief that it's all coming together.