We finally got out of our old apartment on Saturday, with an entire 24 hours before the month of August officially elapsed. I can’t tell you how frustrated I was by having to deal with that apartment—I no longer wanted anything to do with it. Of course that was childish and irresponsible, but nevertheless deeply felt.
Now, we get to focus exclusively on the new house and let me tell you three things:
1. Unpacking boxes is way more fun than packing them.
2. There are few things more satisfying than sorting and shelving CDs.
3. Having a garage is a dangerous thing—never was a more effective stuff-hiding location devised. I wonder if we’ll ever clear enough room to actually get the car in there.