I’d like to echo my dear husband’s sentiments on moving. There’s nothing fun about it. I would love to do an I Dream of Jeannie thing and wink (or is that Bewitched?) and magically appear in our beautiful new house, fully unpacked and decorated. Saturday is the big move day, so we’re getting down to the wire. My mother was an angel and came over today to help me pack. Exhausting.
Here’s how things look now.
Some of us aren’t so much tired as irritated.
But we have something to look forward to. Here’s the living room after the paint job.
It’s almost over!