The Traveling Wilburys’ song, “Cool Dry Place” is stuck in my mind. Just read the words at face value.
One year after learning my husband was losing his job, we are nearing our final move. The kids and I rented an apartment in our old town so they could finish the school year with their friends, but it made things crazy. For two days in March, we actually had stuff spread across two apartments and two houses in two towns.
Next week, we will all finally be living together full time in our new house. Looking back, I can definitely say it was worth the hassle and expense. But, I am really sick of boxes – packing, moving, unpacking, repeat.
I am calling this the year of the box.
One year after learning my husband was losing his job, we are nearing our final move. The kids and I rented an apartment in our old town so they could finish the school year with their friends, but it made things crazy. For two days in March, we actually had stuff spread across two apartments and two houses in two towns.
Next week, we will all finally be living together full time in our new house. Looking back, I can definitely say it was worth the hassle and expense. But, I am really sick of boxes – packing, moving, unpacking, repeat.
I am calling this the year of the box.
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