After almost 2 1/2 months of planning and anticipating, designing and redesigning, scheduling contractors and movers, living in two apartments, and vacillating between excitement and “OMG what did we do?” moments, we finally moved into our Chiaia apartment! Well almost.
It’s been nearly three weeks since we moved in and there is still much left to be done. The tower of boxes that lined my kitchen walls are gone but the art sits unpacked behind the stairs, there is much to be organized, put away and thrown away, and the kitchen has yet to arrive (actually this was quite serendipitous as it gave me a place to store all the boxes while we unpacked). Oh, and a stocking issue at IKEA has left us with three dining room chairs instead of four. ETA – the end of February! Meanwhile, even though we transferred our phone/internet line five days before we moved it took three weeks to get the internet on leaving me with a pile of emails and other stuff to catch up on.
I have moved countless times in my life. Local moves, interstate and back and forth from overseas, with two, three, even four thousand square feet worth of stuff. But moving into a 600 square foot apartment just a few kilometers down the road almost proved to be my undoing. And what was supposed to be a mid November move got rescheduled to the end of November, pushed to mid December, and rescheduled one more time until the beginning of the year.
The irony isn’t lost on me. New year, new beginnings. And perhaps we weren’t meant to move until the beginning of the year. That we had over two months to say goodbye to our old life in Posillipo and adjust to our new life in Chiaia was a blessing in disguise. On top of that we were able to spend one last New Years Eve in Posillipo. Sometimes things happen for a reason. In the days and weeks leading up to the big move however, it sure didn’t feel that way.
I’d love to blame Italy, love to blame Napoli, but in the end we proved to be our own worst enemies. It had all seemed so simple and straight forward in the beginning – turn on the utilities, find a mover, design, order and install the kitchen, and since we were downsizing by half, decide what to keep and get rid of the rest.
Easy – right? Well almost.
It’s been a long process with lots of twists and turns, much more than I could possibly fit in one blog post. So stay tuned for our next few posts as we fondly (or not so fondly) look back on our easy move from Posillipo to Chiaia! Well almost.