So, Hubby and I sold our house (quite a feat in this crappy market), packed all our stuff in a 26-foot U-Haul truck and moved out at closing, chewed our nails for a week while we waited on several pending job offers for Hubby, received a great offer and drove selves/U-Haul/stressed-out cats 500 miles, found a great apartment, got the utilities turned on (mostly–the gas for the stove, clothes dryer and hot water goes on tomorrow, YAY for showers) and are now in a space almost as big as our house for less than half the monthly payout. And I still have mountains out my window.
Am v. happy. Except for all these damn boxes of stuff around here. Where’s my Unpacking Fairy?
More from moi when I resurface above the cardboard sea.
