We are settled into the farmhouse now. Thanks to the great help of my mother, who spent the better part of two weeks helping me pack and unpack and around 20 friends, relatives and neighbours, we are completely moved in. We even have pictures on the walls. And I promise never to ask anyone to move that piano ever again. Not without a chainsaw and a lit match, anyway.
That which doesn’t kill us definitely makes us not want to repeat the process. My in-laws have been moved into their new house, the farmhouse has been cleaned out and we have moved in, and our old house is being readied for my brother and sister-in-law to move in this weekend. We are almost at the end.
A few pictures of some of the new rooms, while they are still neat and tidy (because it is all downhill from here):