As I drove away from our apartment 2 months ago, I called my dad and said "Dad, moving is so much easier when you pay someone else to do it for you." Not so sure how much he appreciated it, although I did promise to never ask him to make me move, again. A dozen or so times was enough. I had no idea how true that statement really is until this week.
Tuesday we had a delivery of 'essential goods'. We had a few plates, cups, and bowls. Some pots and pans. 2 sets of towels. An air mattress and sheets. Just enough to spend the night when we will call home for the next 3 years. Here is just a glimpse of our day.
|Taco Bell for lunch while we wait on the delivery of 'essential goods'.|
|our pet outside the master bedroom. No worries. He's not poisonous. |