Home is where the heart is. Right?

So, the Great Hunt has ended.
I'm taking the room in the house just a few blocks away from my current home. It's the place I talked about in my last entry.
Since then, I've gone back and taken a second look, which I'm glad that I did. I had somehow convinced myself that the room was smaller than it actually was and painted blue. *Shake My Head* It's funny the things our minds do to us, isn't it?
Jorg has been emptying out the house on Mondays, in preparation for moving Ashley's stuff into it next month. The living room is now almost completely bare and there are boxes stacked up everywhere of all kinds of stuff. The other day, he had to put his dinosaurs in the attic. (Jorg has had these three massive dinosaur figures posed in one corner of the room for ages!)
The kitchen table and counters are covered with stuff, but at least I can use the stovetop and the microwave without any real trouble.
The kitties do not know what to make of any of this, and I shudder to think how they're going to react to being relocated to the downstairs. Poor chonky babies. I would take them with me if I could, but that's not feasible.
Today, I helped the new roommate/landlord, Chuck, move some furniture out of the bedroom I'm moving into. It wasn't difficult. The worst part was putting the mattress out on the curb for the trash guys to pick up tomorrow.
I'm actually looking forward to moving into the new place. It occurred to me that once I've got settled and have updated my mail address, that I might be able to order stuff from online and actually have it SHOW UP. The mind reels.
Also, I've been feeling the urge to do some solo RP, but just can't seem to get anything going. It's very disheartening.