Movin' On Up To The East Side

It's finally happening. This coming Monday, God willing, Lesley and I will be moving to our sort of new house in Huntington Woods. I write "sort of " because, as many of you know, we actually bought the house last year. We have not moved yet for two reasons. First, we wound up doing a lot more work on the new house than we first expected. Second, we had not sold the old house. Fortunately, other than the carpeting in the master bedroom, the work on the new house should be done by the end of tomorrow. Meanwhile, during the move this coming Monday, we will have to break away for an hour or two for the closing on our old house. Comcast will also be at the new house that day to install our Internet access. Needless to say, Monday will be a hectic day

Not that it's been so calm the past few weeks. My office staff must know our new address by heart from all the times they've heard me provide it for various orders, like switching our Internet, Direct TV, newspaper delivery, etc. While we had already moved a lot of our stuff to the new house when we first listed the old house for sale some ten months ago, we still have a lot of stuff left. Among the items we've encountered the past few weeks are Macabee's daughter's Bat Mitzvah gift (yes, she celebrated the occasion on Purim of last year, but at least we'll beat the Feldmans to the punch) and pop bottles and nacho chip bags with "use by" dates from 2004.

As excited as we are about the move, there is a certain sadness in moving from our first home. I have some great memories of the house. It was where Lesley and I first professed our love for each other. It's where we have had wonderful Shabbat meals, some of which were just the two of us and others, lasting as late as 4:00 a.m., with the expanded table filled with great food (credit to Lesley), lots of alcohol (can't forget the bourbon slush) and most important, our families and friends. It's the site of Hanukkahpaloozas I-V. It's where our two behemoths of dogs (actually behemoth and a half) grew from tiny, eight pound puppies.

On the other hand, the new house will be the first home into which we will move together. We hope to have many years of great memories there. Those memories will, as always, include our families and good friends. So feel free to stop by and say hi. For the amount of time and money we put into it, I'll be damned if I'm not going to have people see it. The first few weeks will be a little hectic and you might have to climb over some boxes, but the more the merrier. After all, we could use some extra hands in unpacking.