One final Feb post
I am offically willing to announce the fact that I completely live in the new condo now. On Sunday I turned over the keys to the old place, and the new one is mine all mine! (wooo!)
I have had more than one person point out the fact that moving is considered more stressful than death (not your own) or divorce (your own) and I completely agree. THANKS to everyone that has helped me… mostly by listening to me rant about all the little things that have to happen… and those of you here, thanks for helping me move or assemble or just by lending me things.
I splurged after my move, and bought myself a cute little “pet”. The Roomba is currently still living in its box. I have forced myself to only let it out when there is enough space for it to run. (Then I’ll have to pick a name… find it a home base… start with costumes….)