Wow.  The move is FINALLY over, and the keys to the other place have been handed over.  Now it's a case of making sense of the chaos in our new home.  Thank heavens the house is so huge that it totally swallows up all our furniture and boxes.  I will get around to taking photos, but I want a bit more order before I do.  I did most of our main bedroom last night, and I think the study will be next since those are the two rooms we mostly live in.  Although... the lounge in this house is DIVINE - it is SO inviting and comfortable.  Now that I have handed the keys over, I am able to focus totally on our new home, and the design and layout of the rooms are playing in my head...  The most important thing, though, is communication between all members of the family as we decide where things need to go. It's totally pointless for me to choose to put, for example, a key somewhere that nobody else knows about, and have them get frustrated because they can't open the door.

I decided that I am not going to kid myself any more.  I am not sorry to see the back of the old house - it was a kak design, and, sadly, in such disrepair that moving into a new house with decent carpets and painted walls feels like moving into a palace.  Having said that, moving IS traumatic.  We lived there for 5 years.  We're a 5-person family.  We have never before undertaken such a difficult and complicated move before.  I need to acknowledge that it is difficult, that my body will feel like I've been hit by a ten-ton truck (which, believe me, it does), and that, until I have all my little "things" in their rightful place, I will be edgy and exhausted.  I think that's only being fair to myself - something that is LONG overdue.