moving on

We’re out. We’ve moved. That’s it. The apartment is free of all dirt and dog fur. Yesterday, we did it all — vacuumed cupboard interiors, washed both sides of the windows, scrubbed the trim, polished the porch light. It took six hours. Ella lay in her bed in the empty apartment, yawning while we scurried around with our […]

moving, without so much moving

Apparently we’re tempting fate with all this moving. So much has gone wrong that I’ve suggested to my poor husband, “Maybe this is a sign that we’re not supposed to move.” More likely, though, it’s just the universe screaming, “Get out now.” We borrowed a van last weekend to move the biggest stuff in the apartment. And […]