Well. Look who missed a whole month.
I know. Point the accusatory finger at me if it makes you feel better. Or shoot me a dirty look across the room before you put on a fake smile and compliment me on my skirt which we both know is hideous. S'ok. I get it.
Moving is annoying though, and a lot of work. And while I would love to say that we are completely settled in our quaint but darling chateau like something out of a Jane Austen novel, we couldn't be farther from our destination.
So, I've learned to just live one day at a time, and to also count what we have accomplished more than what we haven't. We have moved countries. Hubby got a job within two weeks of moving. We are collecting necessary signatures to buy a car.
In other words, aside from the bald patches on my scalp from ripping my hair out in frustration, we are doing great.
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