Wesley had been under the impression that it would take weeks to get everything unpacked, but, to his surprise, it had only taken about a day. There were still a few things that needed to be put away and not all of the furniture had been brought over yet but for the most part, he could see the house turning into a home already. Sera had made unpacking easy by labeling each box accordingly. Wesley was happy to pick up from there by carrying the heavy boxes into the new house. His belongings were outnumbered by Sera’s but he didn’t mind. He left for the states with very little to his name, having left it all behind on purpose, and wanted to start a new life once he got into town. Wesley had acquired new things here and there since moving to Renata but the bulk of his belongings could fit into just a few boxes with ease.
The sun was starting to go down and the room he had been sitting in was no longer lit up like it had been just a few minutes before. Wesley stood up and flicked a light on. It didn’t give him much to work with, as it was only an overhead lamp, but it was enough to finish going through the last box. He sat back down and pulled the box closer to him. In his own writing, and in an effort to match Sera’s organization, the word ‘miscellaneous’ was scrawled across the top. Wesley pried the box open and stared into it. He had packed it late one night and was now curious as to why he even bothered to keep any of the stuff inside. A worn picture frame with a faded photo of his parents, an open package of pens, a sketchpad full of drawings that he had either already brought to life on a canvas or changed his mind about, a cigar case, but he didn’t even smoke cigars? He assumed it had come along with other knickknacks that had been left behind by his sister the last time she visited.
It wasn’t long before Wesley closed the box up. Everything had a place, his canvases and paint supplies had gone to their respective room and his clothes were already in the closet or drawers. Wesley was stumped about this box, though, and felt like it was best to ask Sera about it. He lifted the box up as he stood and headed out of the room. “Sera?” Wesley called out as he entered the hallway. His face lit up once he found the room she was in. His Irish accent was as thick as ever as he spoke, although he hardly noticed, “There you are.” Wesley approached the redhead and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I need a bit of help.” His gaze fell onto the box in his hands and he propped the lid open, “I don’t know where half this stuff should go.” The effects of their long day had finally gotten to him, “And I’m feeling pretty knackered.” Wesley sighed quietly out of exhaustion and then smiled softly as his eyes met Sera’s.
The day had gone much smoother than Sera would have thought. Usually one expected moving to be stressful and tiresome, but the process so far had been going rather quickly and without trouble. Of course, it could have been easily chalked up to how organized the redhead had been about packing, putting everything into assorted boxes with the proper labels and location specifics on them but even then, one could never tell when so many possibilities could turn up. Still though, Sera could not have helped how happy and excited she was feeling, to finally be getting their things into the new home, the very place she was still so in awe of actually getting. It felt unlike anything that Sera could ever describe, to get out of that old house whose good memories of years of living within had been tainted by the nightmare that had taken over her life for some time, and into the home that she had been dreaming of living in from the moment she had seen it. It was everything she ever wanted out of a home and the fact that she got to share it with Wesley made it all the more wonderful. This was a big step in their relationship, moving into a home together like this, and Sera couldn’t wait for them to get settled in.
While not all their furniture had been brought over from their old places yet, for the most part all the big and essential pieces had been brought in and placed into their designated areas throughout the day. Sera’s own father had even been by to help with the heavier lifting until she and Wesley were able to handle the rest on their own. From there, the rest of the day was spent unpacking boxes and putting things where they would now belong. Finding it easiest to unpack one room at a time, Sera had made her way throughout the house, the number of boxes dwindling down as she furnished each and every room with the contents within. As she hours grew later and their unpacked items growing fewer and fewer, the redhead eventually found her way into the spare room that she had designated as a spare bedroom for when they would have guests over.
With Loula laying in the center of the room watching her, exhausted after having excitedly explored the new back yard for hours, Sera was placing the last few spare sheets within drawer when she heard Wesley’s voice calling out to her from the other room. “I’m in here.” She called back as she closed the drawer and turned to make her way towards the doorway, curious as to what it was that he needed. As he entered the room, his face lighting up, Sera could not help but smile warmly at him, noticing the box in his hand. She stepped closer to him and felt her smile only grow wider as he kissed her on the cheek. The two of them had been rather busy throughout the day getting everything settled in that they had hardly had the chance to really relax and talk much, other than to figure out what to put where. As he mentioned needing help, Sera glanced down at the box in his hands again, listening as he continued on to say he wasn’t sure where any of it should go.
Reaching in and moving a few of the items around to peek inside at it all, Sera noticed that it was all miscellaneous items that could probably be placed anywhere, or even thrown out if they weren’t really necessary. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as she looked over a few of the things, wondering why Wesley had even bothered to pack them but figuring it must have just been a guy thing. “I think we can find a place for them somewhere.” She said before he mentioned feeling tired, a sigh leaving him. She looked back up at him then, surprising a sigh of her own as her smile grew softer. It really had been a long day and Sera was starting to feel the effects of the move herself. “How about we just figure out where this stuff goes and then we call it a night, yeah?” She said, taking the box from him and moving to set it down on the full size bed that occupied the room.
Turning her attention back to the things inside, Sera began by pulling out a framed photograph and gazing at the picture. She felt her smile widen a bit further as she stared at the image of Wesley’s parents, the image a bit faded but still rather nice, though the frame was not in the best condition. “I like this picture.” She said, glancing back over at Wesley warmly. “I actually have a few extra empty frames in one of the boxes down stairs. I was planning on going through my photo albums to find pictures for them but if you want we can put this in one and put it in the living room with the others? Or maybe in our room?” She inquired. Though she knew he did not have as many things as she did, Sera wanted to make the house feel just as much as home for Wesley as she wanted it to feel for her. After all, this was the start of their new life living together and she wanted it to feel just perfect.
I’m relaxed. I think you’re being a little insensitive, that’s all. Well, yeah, but you don’t always have to hang out with your friends. Maybe they’re not really busy. Could just be avoiding you. My place hasn’t been empty lately.
Okay, Sam. Well I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. It was literally just a little joke. Avoiding me, right. Sure. Whatever you say. Glad to hear you’ve been having company, at least…. And yes, I am actually glad to hear it. I know Emily’s been there quite a bit so at least she’s also not been alone
If you ever had to actually live off of spare change then you probably wouldn’t be making jokes about it. Just because you live by yourself doesnt’t mean you’re lonely. You can always ask people to come over.
Geez Sam, I was just messing around a little. Relax. Well, that can be said for some people but not for others. That’s true, if you have people who don’t have their own busy schedules to attend to.
There’s always the option to renew. I think I’d rather take you up on your offer, though. But… something tells me that I won’t have to. We’ll be looking at our backyard through our parent’s eyes. Do you have anyone else you would like to invite? I haven’t spent much time with some of your friends. It’s as if they’re hiding. It wouldn’t be any trouble at all. I’m afraid my pancakes aren’t as thick as the ones served here. I found that out after trying Cal’s recently. Three of my pancakes could fit into just one of theirs.They don’t add a slice of lemon either. I like that plan more than mine. I’d love to have you over the night before.
I think I would prefer that better as well. Makes it easier to decide where we end up at the end of the day. Well, at least partly. Minus the whole children bit… until Emily’s kids are over or if Charlotte ever comes by, which would all be lovely. I miss the sound of small children running around the house. I’d love to invite Bryce, if I can get him to remember, also Andy and Blake. Maybe we should make it into a nice big housewarming party, invite all the new neighbors and such. That’s one way to get to know them better. Also, they’re not hiding from you, Wes. We’ve all just been so busy but hopefully that can all change soon. I’d definitely love for them to all get to know you better. Ah but see, that’s what I love about your pancakes. I’d rather have your thin citrus-y ones than Cal’s any day. Good, I’m glad you agree with me.
I always feel like some places are just too nice for me to walk in, especially now that I know I’ve needed glasses most of my life. I’m not as active as Loula though which could make up for that. I honestly don’t even remember the last time I went swimming
Well hey, at least now you won’t be bumping into stuff with glasses on, right? I don’t think anyone is as active as Loula, to be honest. Which is why I really want to get her a bigger yard for her to run around in. I can say the same, it’s definitely been some time… but just like riding a bike. Jump in and you should be good to go again.
I’m not sure why you’d have to look for change, actually. Is cozy just another word for crowded because that doesn’t seem comfortable.
Because I have a deep obsession with coinstar. I just can’t get enough of them. I count the days until my piggy bank fills up to take them in. No, it means cozy and besides, there’s nothing wrong with a little crowded… better than an empty, lonely place on your own.