The day after non-moving day is surreal, the following weeks have me waking up, half vested in my house and life here almost thinking, "maybe we will move today..."
Not wanting to unpack, my wasted days revealed.
It could be in 6 months when his contract expires, or tomorrow if he gets a permanent job 3 hours away.
So still there is the waiting, but the time has come for the dining room table to return.
THE TIME HAS COME... for the air compressor and spackle to go back to the garage from whence they came!
Monday, May 3, 2010
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