This is me a few weeks ago.
This is me now.
This is us.
Don't you love how dark our living room is? We're down to the last brave little light bulb still kickin' and it's gonna stay that way. There's only a few more days left in this joint.
Moving is kinda the worst. Especially that week or so when you have no other choice but to live with half your house "naked" (as Chas says) and the other half in total shambles. Stuff. is. everywhere. Last night I did some deep breathing exercises and mantra meditation while Chas tickled my back. It helped.
But actually, I really do love the invigorating change of a move and haven't lived in one place for longer than a year. I moved into this apartment on December 8th of last year so by the time we're officially out on Saturday, I'll have been in here for a grand total of 369 days.
This little place has been good to us. It was our first home together. We're finding that Chas is surprisingly attached to this apartment and very sentimental about the whole situation. He's a gentle giant, that one.
On the other hand, this is me: "Psshh yeah, yeah, yeah.... Next?" I guess that's what happens when you've lost count of how many times you've moved in your life.