I live in a cardboard castle.
All sandy brown walls.
Filled with little trinkets and winding narrow halls.
Ugh, all that's left is the kitchen and finishing up the office/computer room. Towers of boxes line every corner. We even ran out of boxes so I have to go raid the grocers in the area for some more. I'm tires of tape, the smell of sharpie, and carboard cuts (because I have all the grace of a newborn giraffe).
Sony and Paladin are due to arrive tonight. Tomorrow night is the last time I can get together with my 2 beautiful ladies. Cait! Manda! I'm going to miss you guys!!!
Mannnn... now I'm going to get all sad.
I've been trying to stay positive. Moving just means new sights, more adventures, different and amazing people and things to discover. I have the Dirty Girl to look forward to. And no household chores for at least a week after the deep cleaning of the apartment is done.
And maybe, just maybe, when I find the rhythem of my new sphere I'll get back to joining in the madness with my fellow Bloggers.
Honestly though I have a bad feeling about this move. I pray that it's a false alarm and this move turns out to be super positive and good for us. *knock on wood*
I don't know about the rest of you... but I'm not liking the new Blogger interface.
It feels like Windows 3.5... and the first few versions of the internet in the early 90's... bleh.