wisteria lane

We’re moving. In two days. To a very Wisteria Lane looking little street with mock Victorian lampposts which I think I might love. I’m not sure yet, because I’ve only seen it once. I can’t even remember what the bedrooms look like. This is important because I’ve ordered one of those super sized posturepedics and it may not fit.

I’ve forgotten how tedious and hard on your back moving can be. I know you can hire it done, but then they break things or box things together that shouldn’t be boxed together and the annoyance of it all is, quite frankly, more than I can stand.

The Euro tells me it’s the weather he loves. The weather, he adores. The weather, and the life, he’s always wanted. But he also reminds me “this is only temporary”.

I remind him, It’s hard to settle into temporary.