A perfect song to depict the state of flux due to the move.
You know you’ve got the earbuds/power cord/dinner plates/can opener but you
just can figure out which freaking box its in. Guess who packed? Moi.
Still in all, everything is going pretty good. The house is
nice as are most of our neighbors in our little cul-de-sac. Trying with minimal
success to get back into some sort of routine.
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