A year ago I boxed up my life and shipped it across country to try something new. I regret nothing.
Dude, where’s my bed?
I’m not knocking people’s hats off.
Here it comes. 13 days away!
You know it’s bad when you don’t care that you’re moving to a smaller apartment with less storage, a smaller kitchen, and no parking, and you look at it like it’s a god-send.
I have too much stuff. The movers showed up at 7:45am and left at 1:45pm. Six hours. Most of that was due to the small size of the elevators at the Old Place, and the awkwardity of the stairwells at the new place. But we’re in, we’re unpacked (mostly). I’ve already undone every box except […]
See you all in a week-ish! I’m MOVING! I won’t be checking email much (if at all) until Wednesday, probably.
We’re alive, we’re in the new place, we’ve got no internet.
Which makes it hard to work. My boss, bless her, has the same issue, as she’s moving her horse from Barn’o’evil to Happy Funtime Barn. However, this is about people who hate software.