Its that time again for me… a time full of boxes, bubble wrap and one confused puppy.
We are not moving far, but into a place that does not come with its own peeping Tom…. long story. To a place where warm water is the norm and landlords are responsive. The last few days in this place cannot come soon enough.
As excited as I am to move, moving also makes me reflective. O the many bottles of wine we’ve had, the serious discussions, the tears, the meals I’ve made, the puppy romance Olive had with little Napoleon across the hall, the many walks exploring the neighborhood.
This apartment was a step back. I went from a beautiful building, full of every upgrade, to not even a functioning communal washing machine. Sometimes steps back are needed. It reminds you to appreciate. To be thankful. I learned I am definitely not as grateful as I should be. I did my fair share of complaining when I should have been thankful.
My hope for this move is just that. Appreciate. Be thankful.
And once those boxes are all moved and unpacked, I plan to celebrate with this:
This pasta from Tilia…. heaven in my mouth.
Have you moved recently?