Moving Days
If you live in or around Boston you know about September 1st. It is the date when most leases turn over and hordes of new and returning students come with their UHauls and moving vans to clog the streets. In our house it has also often meant turnover of roomates. This year moving day extended into moving days because the very handsome boyfriend was moving and our princess Sara was leaving for DC but not until today.
So the past few weeks have been chock full of painting supplies, moving boxes and change. It is nice to have the boyfriend mostly settled. Less nice for Sara to be gone, though DC is the place for her international policy job search. And least nice for my shoulders, which, after seven hours of hauling boxes, sort of hate me.
I just hope this is the end of moving days, for now. I am not averse to change, but I prefer it in smaller doses.