Mom got a call this afternoon (technically, yesterday) from Nana. She said that Dan, from church, had called about getting our stuff back to us. He was going to call my dad’s (dead) cell phone. Dad had to find his number and call him to talk about getting stuff back. Dan wanted to bring it all back as soon as possible, but Dad said that that might be a bit too much to do at one time. (This is especially true when you consider that it took multiple trips to get it into storage.)
Dad’s going to meet him Wednesday (technically, tomorrow) and get a few things, then they’re going to set up some times to start moving stuff back in.
I’m so glad that we’re finally going to get it back. It’s been weird living in the house without some of the clothes, the dishes, and other essential stuff.