So here I am, surrounded by boxes, with only a week til moving day and I think I've decided something.
This is the longest week of my life.
I swear to you, it's only Tuesday and I feel like a month has passed since Sunday night. I'm so anxious and eager for the move now that I just want it to happen. I'm dying to get my dishes in the cupboards and my pictures on the walls. I want to cook dinner in my new kitchen and watch TV in my new family room and sleep in my new bedroom. I want to hang out in my backyard. I want to take pictures of the new place to post here on this blog.
I guess I just have to wait some more.
I hate waiting.
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