Ah moving. It’s a…well, it’s a thing. I’ve done it a whole lotta (90+ now) times. Somehow I remember it being easier when I was a kid.
Clearly this is because I would wake up, go to school and come home with everything put away. My Mother The Wonder Woman. I swear.
I am slightly less wondrous I think. Or maybe, I’m doing it wrong. I need to leave the house and come home and it will all be done. Right?
All images of the nice things in our lovely new home.