Slowly, but surely, our house is starting to feel like a home
It doesn't matter how organized you think you are, moving is an ordeal.
We are moved into our new home, and it is starting to take shape.
Actually, before we were close to having everything unpacked, my son, Alek, and I put out some Christmas lights.
It was important to all of us that despite the chaos, the house looked like Christmas inside and out.
We made our traditional trek to a tree farm just hours after we bought our home, and decorated it.
We still have another tree to put up, and there is baking to do, presents to buy and wrap, but it'll all get done.
While we are getting ready for the holidays, we are still getting our new home in order.
When we were packing up, my wife labeled boxes and plastic tubs, but that doesn't help you remember where those boxes and tubs are.
We still have some of our things stored at the newspaper, while other boxes are in the garage.
Slowly, it'll all be found and unpacked and put in its new place.
It still feels a little surreal to walk into this beautiful home and knows it's ours.
It's even made our children want to stick around the house a little more.
Of course, we'll see how long that lasts when there is no quick trip to grab fast food or see their friends, but it is good to have them home.
They will be home for Christmas break from college this week, and can finish putting their rooms together.
That is a little more difficult for Alek. The box springs to his bed did not fit downstairs, so he is sleeping on his mattress on the floor until my father-in-law can split it, making it easier to navigate around corners.
So Alek's box spring is leaning up against a wall in the laundry room.
A similar scenario will happen to my wife and I when our new bed is delivered. The old box spring will have to be split to be moved upstairs as a spare bed.
But all of these issues that pop up seem like minor inconveniences. We are all just so happy to be moved and in our new home.
Moving is never fun. Packing is a chore, and unpacking is just as bad.
If it were up to me, I could have lived out of my suitcase until all the clothes were dirty and in the laundry, but my wife vetoed that idea.
I do get a vote in my house, but it's just for show and doesn't count.
My wife will decide where things go. That's why it was good she was home and I was at work when the movers showed up.
If it had been reversed, we would have had to rearrange everything once she got home.
It actually has been a pleasant surprise how quickly the house has come together. Sure, we're still navigating around unpacked boxes, but for the most part, everything is in its place.
The hard part is trying to remember where everything is. It's like that memory game. You flip over a card and try and remember where you saw the matching card.
Soon our new house will be a home, and everything will be second nature.
I won't move from drawer to drawer trying to find the utensils or hot pads. Alek's box springs will be under his mattress, and who knows, maybe his clothes will find the closet instead of the floor.
No matter what needs to be done, it's good to be home.
Patrick Murphy, of Humphrey, Neb., is a former assistant managing editor of The Telegram.