Other than not being able to find the regular toothpaste yet (all I could find was a travel size of Vanilla Mint, yuck) we are settling into our new peaceful apartment just fine.
To be honest, it's so cozy and I like it so much that I'm happy to hang out in the new digs for a while. Is it wrong to hope we don't find a house for a few months? Because, you know, moving is horrible.
Under normal circumstances people's bizarro habits are tolerable... Oh, Ray abandoned another penny on the floor. No biggie, I'll just pick it up.
But under moving/packing circumstances… Oh LOOK. Ray abandoned another penny on the floor. No biggie, I'm just going to KILL him.
Tensions run high.
Side note - When we moved Ray out of his condo we collected these two bags of change from jars, containers, the floor, the closet, drawers, etc etc.
There was almost $250 in them.
So I'm happy to have the move behind us and the dread of it gone. Even the kitties are slapping each other less now that more and more boxes are being cleared away. (Is it wrong to laugh when Cassius, unprovoked, slaps Cassady right across the whiskers?)
Ray diligently checks on the kitties' emotional state and pets them when they're cuddled up to encourage them to be pals again.
He's also apparently matching his clothes to the furniture. Which is another interesting thing since the move.
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Moving is the worst. I'm going to become a moving consultant in my next job. Couples and families can hire me to mediate disputes during moves. I'll just hang around like Mr. Wolf in Pulp Fiction and make sure everyone gets their jobs done without killing one another.
Post some pictures of the new place!!!
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