Tired tired tired. Why oh why does anyone ever move?

All those micro-decisions about what goes in which box, what to throw away, what to keep, where to put it, the total chaos that rules meanwhile, the impossibility of feeding children in a civilised manner or having sensible bedtimes, mild hysteria or total exhaustion all round, the sheer nausea at the overwhelming awareness of all the stuff you have…. And that’s just part of it. The list goes on. Thank god for mojitos. At least I bought fresh mint and limes.


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