I have spent the last two days assembling furniture. My knees are sore and my back aches and my forearms are weary. But little by little our house is starting to feel comfortable. It won't really feel complete until all our belongings from the states get here. (Probably in a couple weeks still.) As a side note, when people ask where I am from I always say "The states." And they look at me confused. So I say "America" and they nod and say "Ohh. Okay." But I was once told that South Americans and Canadians resent it when Americans from the USA monopolize the term "American". But maybe that's all hogwash. (Side note to the side note- I'm sorry if my punctuation is bad tonight, or always.)
Tonight I did two brave things. I drove for the first time! And I went to grocery shopping and bought more than ten items for the first time. It happened like this.
The supermarket I went to is less than a mile from our house, and I would normally walk but it turns out when you move into a house with nothing there is a lot to buy. Let's face it, the Ramen-ish noodles from the Indian market could only go so far... I didn't want to send Richard because I wanted to get what I wanted to get, and he couldn't be trusted. (Sorry babe, love ya.) And because today was his first day of work, which meant my first day alone with the kids cooped up in this house with no toys and no t.v. all. day. long. All of that to say that I was forced to drive.
Aside from trying to get into the car on the left side (something I laughed at Richard for doing) and not knowing how to turn it on, the drive to the store went quite smoothly. I need to write an entire post about the car but I'll save that for later.