It turns out that the night before you move into your first home feels a lot like your first Christmas as a child when you realise that there’s going to be presents the next morning.
Except that with the house, it’s still being paid off ten years later; and with the toys, they’re forgotten a year later.
Anyway, we’re getting the last little bits and pieces organised for the move; and with any luck, everything will be at the new place this evening.
We’re scheduled to have our internet hooked up on Tuesday; but they’re going to try and get it done this weekend if they can. In any case, we might end up being a little scarce for a couple of days.