We've been going through the unpacking process all weekend. Becky did some final sweeping and stuff of the apartment and turned in the keys this morning, so we are officially "moved", although I'm sure we have weeks if not months of unpacking and organizing to do.
We originally had envisioned that it would be like Christmas, especially since we've been without these things for 2 months (wow, has it really been that long?). As it turns out, it's like having Christmas with all presents that came from aunts/uncles. Sometimes they're great, other times... well... it's the thought that counts.
Aside: Now, this is nothing against aunts and uncles. I'm talking about people who love and care about you enough to give you a present. It's just that sometimes, they're not up to speed on your interests, needs, or even age. You're thankful for their thoughtfulness in giving, but the gift is a little "off".
For instance, sometimes you open a box and there's something you've been dying to have again (socks, underwear, your favorite blanket, etc.). Other times, you open up a box to find the trash can... complete with all the trash that was in it prior to the move. "Hey! ... it's ... the trash can ... hmmm"
Anyway, it's an interesting experience. I can't wait until we find the silverware. We've been using baby spoons for just about everything.