Add that to the list of things I won’t miss about living here.
And today, of course, is the day our movers arrived to pack up our (not air-conditioned) house. I’m not sure how, but we do seem to pick the hottest days of the year to move; this is exactly what happened when we moved into this house six years ago, with the exception that I am not pregnant this time, thus not feeling like an overheated whale.
Right now I am simply relieved that this is finally happening, after months of waiting and worrying–it’s time for us to leave our nest and begin the next adventure. The kitties are now in Massachusetts with my sister, the house is still for sale and we no longer have beds to sleep in, but we have a place to stay until we head out on Monday.
And the best part? Is this.
We’re leaving for England next Wednesday evening on the Queen Mary 2.