We survived the move into my parents’ house and everyone is still married.
Critter had let me know that he is totally fine with everything because anytime I I dare to venture more than 10 feet away from him, he screams. We are well and truly joined at the hip right now. BFFs for sure.
If you were to look in our “closet” you would see that I am probably still living in some sort of low-grade denial because even though all of my things on hangers are hanging, all of the dresser things are in suitcases and I just cannot be bothered to organize them. Related/unrelated, I really probably could straight-up pack up all of my running gear for the time being since I am not…running. Just not mentally there yet, people.
I will not lie, there are some perks. Mom cooks dinner. There is full cable (we cut ours and switched to Sling in January). We planned our first date night!
On the other hand, it is still exhausting because we have movers coming on Sunday (we’re set to close on the 24th) so every night after dinner we have to head back to the house to pack. Who would not want to do such a thing after a long day of work/Critter tending?
Over the past month, we’ve toured four more houses. Two were absolute “nos” and the other two were definite possibilities if the price drops. All of this is to say that we have no idea where we’re going next. At least open houses give us something to do on the weekends?