New digs

Moving is a lot like childbirth. It is excruciatingly painful, yet it seemed like a great idea at the time you thought of it. It is fabulous once it’s over. It’s the getting there that’s the tough part.

I am moved in, surrounded by a sea of boxes. I keep looking for things that I know I packed; I just haven’t gotten to that box yet. And, funnily enough, some things pop up every time you move, bringing fond memories.


(photo by sarahb)

 Found this and thought it was amusing. (Much more amusing that the news that we are bracing ourselves for yet another snow storm.)


(photo by unknown, floating around on the internet)

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