It’s like losing your luggage on a trip – except this is an entire semi-load. We’re in the house but missing all our stuff. The cable guy is coming this afternoon but we have no TVs. We do at least have an inflatable bed, dog bed, beach chair, and our toothbrushes, although mine is manually powered. Nonetheless, it does feel good to have arrived – we’ve made it!

This morning’s run was through the new neighborhood – flat, quiet, and sunny. I did not have to dodge a single car, avoid any homeless souls, or wear my rain gear. We’re securely behind gates with no stairs to climb, elevators to navigate, nor the hassle of hydraulic parking. It’s a home, baby, with plenty of space and a pool. My home office no longer looks out over the roof of a sausage factory. However, I have no desk (sitting on the floor), chair, wi-fi, or internet. We do have a fully equipped laundry room (but few clothes) and two refrigerators filled with bottles that should be in our missing wine cooler.

Today, we’ll get our mailbox keys to see if things have been properly forwarded from our Portland address. We’ll also learn all about the HOA that we’ll pay for and tour the clubhouse/recreational facilities that are part of those fees. However, my checkbook and paperwork also were mistakenly packed in the flurry to get things to the warehouse where they still sit. We’ve made it to Florida but most of our worldly possessions have not!