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November 25, 2006
Where am I, and why am I not wearing pants?
We're moved, I guess.
In spite of all my wishes and fantasies against it, I still got us all packed up, and I still drove the kids and the cats 200 miles to somewhere I don't want to be.
I was trying to be optomistic. It won't be so bad. The apartment is bigger than Dad's house was. It'll be easier to care for.
But it's smaller than I remembered, and I can see the cats litterbox from my bed. Worse, I can smell it. The panty is miniscule. I can't get the dryer door all the way open. The kitchen isn't going to fit much more than my dishes. Most of my baking stuff will have to be repacked (Yay!) and stored in the garage. The entire kitchen would fit in the open space in the center of my old kitchen. The garage is nearly full of crap right now, although it will get better once we organize it some.
I have the feeling I'm going to be in a very dark place for a very long time.
Posted by me at November 25, 2006 8:59 PM