We moved yesterday. It was not the most difficult move ever undertaken—from one floor of our apartment building to another—but it still took a whole day and I still woke up this morning feeling like I had run a marathon. (It’s after noon now and my exhausted spouse isn’t even up yet.)
Moves aren’t pretty.
At least the word “dust bunny” is cute. Without that word, it would just be the disgusting filth that was lurking under our book shelves for two years.
Our new apartment looks almost exactly like our old one, except that it has an extra room. But it otherwise looks so much like it that at the end of the day, we had the eerie feeling of having just worked all day long to end up back in the same place.
In any case, it was worth it. And it would have been worth it just for this:
Or, zoomed in:
The Statue of Liberty, from our living room window, if you look from just the right angle and squint. How cool is that?