Here I Am Again, Sitting in an Empty Room

A little over a month ago, I published a post that began…

I started writing this post over a week ago, as I sat on the only piece of furniture left in the living room. It was a rainy, gloomy day in Wisco.

Well, some things haven’t changed much. Despite the fact we moved into our new house a week ago, our living room furniture has yet to be delivered. 4-6 weeks they said. We are at the end of week 4. I’m not holding my breath.

Other things have changed a lot.

It’s officially fall in Georgia. Had to put a sweatshirt on when I went outside this morning, as it was a bit chilly. 69 degrees.


Reed and I were just discussing how this has been an extremely interesting move. And by interesting I mean laughably frustrating. Very little has gone as planned, and Reed and I, if nothing else, are very planned people (if you know what I mean).

Let me back up a few weeks.

The closing for our new home had been scheduled for September 28th. A Friday. Very convenient, as it meant we would have the weekend to move and get organized. Very controllable. Very Karen and Reed like.

If you recall from a previous post, we had put all of our life belongings in a pod. That pod had been shipped to Georgia and then stored until we were ready to move. Our month of pod rental was up on the 26th, but our builder had graciously allowed us access to the garage a few days early.

Little did we know that we would be getting an email from our lender marked URGENT on that Monday (the 25th). There was a ‘problem’. Unfortunately, our rental property had been forgotten in the paperwork.

Our lender was extremely apologetic for her oversight. But we needed to get our previous years tax records to her ASAP.

Fortunately, they were in the pod that would be delivered the next day.

So on a hot, humid, rainy Tuesday evening, we transferred everything from the pod into the garage.

And found the box marked ‘Important: Tax Records’.

I love being  organized.


The other problem that arose from this oversight was the fact that the lease on our apartment was up on October 1st. And our new closing date was October 2nd. Unfortunately, we were not able to extend our stay. There was no room at the inn so to speak.

Luckily, we had our camper stored at a campsite on the north side of town, and they DID have availability. So we spent the weekend moving everything out of the apartment and into the garage and camper.

Now keep in mind, I love camping. But this did not feel like camping. This did not feel like a vacation. Not even a little bit.

The campground was beautiful. (Q dog was not cooperating for this picture.)


But the sites were super close together with no privacy. The ‘camper’ you see is not ours. (The dog is though.)


And did I mention the fact there was an railroad track adjacent to the campground? It had trains on it. Lots of trains. Sometimes there were trains at night.

And did I mention that you could hear the ‘sound of freedom’ (as the locals like to call it) nonstop? Yep. Artillery fire all day long from Fort Benning.

Yeah. It got old fast. I almost wished I were the one going off to work each day.

And then there was the little issues of appliance and furniture deliveries that had been scheduled. Deliveries that now needed to be rescheduled.

Unfortunately, the furniture store only delivered to our zip code on Mondays. And they were booked up for the next couple of weeks.

I love my husband. Such a problem solver. What does he do? He rents a U-Haul. Picks up the furniture (not just one trip, but two) and delivers it to our house.


And then we got to do projects!


We were impressed with the quality and even mentioned to each other that we’d hunker down underneath the dining room table if there were ever a tornado. (Little did we know, we were less than a week away from Hurricane Michael passing over.)


And then there was the appliance delivery. (Did you know refrigerators are not included in new houses in Georgia? We didn’t. We do now.)

We couldn’t move in until we had a refrigerator ( the washer and dryer weren’t such a big deal). The delivery was ‘rescheduled’ for Wednesday. The day after we closed. Delivery was scheduled for the afternoon between 12 and 4. At 4:25 Reed received a voice mail from the delivery guy saying he couldn’t locate our house. Reed tried calling back EIGHT times. No answer.

This made for a very unhappy Karen, so the hubby stopped by the appliance store (no names, but it starts with ‘Best’ and ends with ‘Buy’). The best they could do is schedule delivery for the following week.

THAT didn’t go over well, but fortunately it pays to talk rationally to people (Reed, not me). The appliances were delivered the next day.

But guess what? The refrigerator did not fit! It did on the top, but not on the bottom. They suggested it could be sanded down. But they couldn’t do that.

My husband though? Yeah. He could.


So we now have been in our home for just over a week. No living room furniture yet, BUT I am happy to say both vehicles fit in the garage and just about every box is unpacked.

And today I made it Facebook official.

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It’s beginning to feel like home.


4 thoughts on “Here I Am Again, Sitting in an Empty Room

    1. Getting closer at any rate! What I wouldn’t give to have a comfortable chair or couch to sit on. Delivery now pushed back to November. Almost comical! And I totally agree…definitely provides opportunities for writing!


  1. Love you. Miss you. You will continue to make the best of it…just like Reed does. He is a hero to many. Cherish the fact he is YOURS!


    1. Oh Tricia! I miss you as well. I think of you often, my friend. Hope all is going well. Looking forward to catching up with you sometime soon! Sending a cyber hug.


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