Washing the dishes
It's Saturday night and we're finally done.
I. can't. believe. it.
We packed up our cars and a convenient U-Haul trailer on Tuesday, said our good-bye's to the hubs parents at 5am Wednesday morning, watched the temperature drop 20 degrees as we drove to Saranac, unloaded that afternoon, went to a birthday dinner for our good friend, Evan, (while it snowed!) at one of the nicest hotels I've ever been to Wednesday evening, and spent the next three days reorganizing our life...
...and we're finally done.
Last night I was washing the dishes and I couldn't believe how good it felt. I mean, it's not like I wake up in the morning and wait in anticipation for the moment I'll be in front of the sink cleaning out the umpteenth sippy cup of the day. But I was so happy.
I was happy because, last night, we were done with enough packing to eat dinner in the kitchen. It was a frozen pizza and a completely disheveled kitchen but it was dinner in the kitchen nonetheless. Washing the dishes meant that we were close. It meant that we had enough things put away that the dishes I was washing actually had homes to go to after I dried them. It meant that the next dinner we had in the kitchen just might be our first home-cooked meal (that we made ourselves) in the past 3 weeks.
And sure enough, we finished vacuuming and Swiffer-ing the apartment this afternoon and made our first fill-up-the-refrigerator trip to the grocery store. Once we got home, I turned on some jazz music and had the (clean and organized) kitchen to myself while Abilene took a nap and Brad worked on the computer.
After 3 weeks of packing, moving, living at the in-laws (which was very nice), commuting back and forth to Chambersburg, and eating Sheetz (gas station) food for of our most meals, being in the kitchen alone was the next closest thing to heaven itself.
I cooked some marinated chicken, roasted zucchini and baby bella mushrooms seasoned with Montreal Steak seasoning (nope, it's not just for steak. If you haven't tried it, you seriously should), and whipped up some rice. Simple, tasty, and healthy. And healthy never tasted so good (no offense, Sheetz).
I even celebrated with a little cocktail of cranberry juice and ginger ale (a wonderful concoction that the hub's parents introduced me to).
I'll be honest, it doesn't really feel like we're actually Saranac Lake residents yet. Not that it's a bad thing, people just keep asking us that question. Brad and I have spent too many long chunks of time here. It will probably take a couple months before we realize we're not going back to Chambersburg.
It will be interesting to see how we feel whenever that knowledge becomes a reality, but for right now, it just feels really good to wash the dishes.
I. can't. believe. it.
We packed up our cars and a convenient U-Haul trailer on Tuesday, said our good-bye's to the hubs parents at 5am Wednesday morning, watched the temperature drop 20 degrees as we drove to Saranac, unloaded that afternoon, went to a birthday dinner for our good friend, Evan, (while it snowed!) at one of the nicest hotels I've ever been to Wednesday evening, and spent the next three days reorganizing our life...
...and we're finally done.
Last night I was washing the dishes and I couldn't believe how good it felt. I mean, it's not like I wake up in the morning and wait in anticipation for the moment I'll be in front of the sink cleaning out the umpteenth sippy cup of the day. But I was so happy.
I was happy because, last night, we were done with enough packing to eat dinner in the kitchen. It was a frozen pizza and a completely disheveled kitchen but it was dinner in the kitchen nonetheless. Washing the dishes meant that we were close. It meant that we had enough things put away that the dishes I was washing actually had homes to go to after I dried them. It meant that the next dinner we had in the kitchen just might be our first home-cooked meal (that we made ourselves) in the past 3 weeks.
And sure enough, we finished vacuuming and Swiffer-ing the apartment this afternoon and made our first fill-up-the-refrigerator trip to the grocery store. Once we got home, I turned on some jazz music and had the (clean and organized) kitchen to myself while Abilene took a nap and Brad worked on the computer.
After 3 weeks of packing, moving, living at the in-laws (which was very nice), commuting back and forth to Chambersburg, and eating Sheetz (gas station) food for of our most meals, being in the kitchen alone was the next closest thing to heaven itself.
I cooked some marinated chicken, roasted zucchini and baby bella mushrooms seasoned with Montreal Steak seasoning (nope, it's not just for steak. If you haven't tried it, you seriously should), and whipped up some rice. Simple, tasty, and healthy. And healthy never tasted so good (no offense, Sheetz).
I honestly could just eat vegetables for dinner when they're roasted like that.
I even celebrated with a little cocktail of cranberry juice and ginger ale (a wonderful concoction that the hub's parents introduced me to).
Yes, that's a pineapple in the background. A $1.69 pineapple I might add. It would have been twice that in PA... and that's why I hadn't bought a fresh pineapple in like 4 1/2 years... he deserved to be in some part of the shot.
Brad and I did some laundry at a friend's house (so thankful for our friends) and we ended the day with some Root Beer Floats.
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| What is it about the simplicity of Root Beer Floats that make them so dern tasty? |
I'll be honest, it doesn't really feel like we're actually Saranac Lake residents yet. Not that it's a bad thing, people just keep asking us that question. Brad and I have spent too many long chunks of time here. It will probably take a couple months before we realize we're not going back to Chambersburg.
It will be interesting to see how we feel whenever that knowledge becomes a reality, but for right now, it just feels really good to wash the dishes.
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