The Big Move (B.M.)
My husband and I lived in the same townhouse for over a decade. The place suited us beautifully for about seven of those years and was too small for the last three, but we loved it. Last fall we moved into a new home, and though we are perpetually nesting (think Hobbits, but less hairy), ...
B.M. part two
So, here’s what I’ve learned about moving when you’re not so young anymore: it’s hellishly purgatorial for longer than you think it will be. And we only moved about a mile away from our last home. Seven months after the moving trucks left, I’m not so much unpacking boxes as still hanging family pictures, finding ...
The B.M. (big move)
Readers (hi Mom!): you may wonder why I’ve not written – again – in almost a year. It was a LONG time between the last post and the second to last post as well. So, I’ve had another one of those years. Last year it was the double-room-parent conundrum at my children’s two school. (That ...
