In and Out

I think it's Brian Regan who has a sketch about how if the plural of 'ox' is 'oxen,' the plural of 'box' should be 'boxen.'

For those who don't know, we are moving on Saturday and are therefore living amid cardboard boxen for the next five days. This is not to be confused with living in a cardboard box, which is something entirely different - though this does feel somewhat similar to living out of a suitcase. And it is sort of driving me out of my mind.

I find myself trying to make the most of our last few days here; we're not moving that far away, but I know I won't be able to take my early morning walks along the river trail or walk to the grocery store where we're headed. And we're spending like fiends since we're trying to use up all the coupons we have for around here because, as Matt says, "That's how you really save money."

I am going to miss my little house - maybe not the brown carpet so much, but the picturesque look of the front yard, knowing that I brought my first baby home from the hospital to these four walls, the impossibly small bathroom (wait, not that either...), being able to jump around in the living room doing workout videos without getting a call from downstairs neighbors. It's been good to us.

I am really going to miss the friends we've made here. I don't know much what else to say about that, except that if they're reading this, they know who they are.

And it's on to the next big adventure.