a dog-eared town

So we finished the move. And boy, what a move.

One of the people that was helping us ended up getting injured. Fortunately it wasn’t a bad injury to them, though they’re still recovering.

We then found out that neither the couch nor the box spring for our mattress would fit up the 3rd floor. Heck, the mattress itself took some body english to get it up to the 3rd floor. I was more sad about the box spring not getting up the stairs but that’s the problem with old houses.

It’s taking a bit to get used to the many things that are different where we are today compared to our last place. It has been fantastically quiet. The little woman and I am amazed to think that it’s actually more quiet in a city that is 3 times larger than the last town. That really shouldn’t happen.

The other wonderful thing is that it is dark where we live. Not that we’re out in the woods, but with the placement of the street lights and the judicious use of blackout drapes, it’s really dark. And I love it. The last place we had we were unable to get any drapes up and every time we went to bed you would see the orange glow from the light in the parking lot. Now, as we’re not in a large apartment complex, there is no large parking lot.

All in all, despite the problems with the move, things are going well. It’s quieter and we’ve been able to sleep better in a larger city. Of course if you were a selectman of the town of Milford, I’d want to know why someone is able to have a better quality of life by moving away from Milford, but really, fixing that doesn’t matter to us any more.