2 BIG boxes packed today. We're down to a few pairs of shoes each, and even less when it comes to our tempers. It is a hard thing, emotionally, to prepare to move on and yet to move on together when we are each in the middle of a million separate projects that won't wait. It becomes easier to bicker, but also easier to forgive, to make-up. Or at least that is what I'm going with tonight. Tomorrow: the filing cabinet that hasn't been updated for year. Wish me luck.
P.S. I have this strange resentment every time the landlord comes to look at our place. Part of me wants to say, hey what is the matter with you? This is a great home! while the other part is screaming, hey you can't live here, this is my house!
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