There are still more than a handful of boxes left to unpack, but we're closer to the finish line of our moving marathon. Abe declared the walk-in bedroom closet a "no mess zone" on Friday and you can now successfully sit on any of the living room chairs without moving a box first. The squeak of packing tape still hurts my ears.
Overall, the apartment will work out for us this year. It's about the same as our last one, maybe a little smaller. We've had a hard time with shelf space. Part of me wishes our possessions would have burned en route.
This coming week I'll hit the job search and grad school applications. I'm trying not to think about it until after Labor Day.
Abe and I substituted for nursery at church today. I tried to act dumb so they wouldn't call us as full-time nursery-ers next week. Not that I don't like nursery. Kids are preciously funny. But it is hard to get to know people in the ward if you only see them as you stick their dirty-diapered kid on their laps in the middle of the Sunday School lesson.
Dinner's ready. Chicken mushy something. I miss eating Sunday dinners at the Gongs'.
Overall, the apartment will work out for us this year. It's about the same as our last one, maybe a little smaller. We've had a hard time with shelf space. Part of me wishes our possessions would have burned en route.
This coming week I'll hit the job search and grad school applications. I'm trying not to think about it until after Labor Day.
Abe and I substituted for nursery at church today. I tried to act dumb so they wouldn't call us as full-time nursery-ers next week. Not that I don't like nursery. Kids are preciously funny. But it is hard to get to know people in the ward if you only see them as you stick their dirty-diapered kid on their laps in the middle of the Sunday School lesson.
Dinner's ready. Chicken mushy something. I miss eating Sunday dinners at the Gongs'.
(L to R) Front yard of our apartment. Abe in the makeshift living room.
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