…Well, of moving.
Remember last year when I had to move house and I promised I’d never do that again? You don’t? Well, that’s because most of the words I used only had four letters and this tries to be a family-friendly blog…
But seriously—why is this my life again?
When we bought the island house, we downsized to a tiny little place in the city, but neither of us ever liked it enough to unpack. So we’ve been shopping for a small pied-à-terre for the Hub to stay in when he’s working. It wasn’t going well…
ME: Here’s a nice little studio.
HIM: I need space to play my cello.
ME: Okay, this one’s a one-bedroom.
HIM: LOTS of cello. And parking. And walking distance to the office. And the gym.
ME: How about a one-bedroom and a free-because-you’re-a-geezer bus pass?
Only… somehow the Hub and I must have…
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