When you decide to move, to change apartments in the same building, it sets off a series of possibilities, of planning, of potential future events. What I didn’t foresee is a conversation that went something like this:
“I want to move.”
“Yup.”
“Today.”
“Uhhhh… ok…”
A brief discussion with office staff later, I had the keys and by the afternoon about half our stuff was moved. It’s moving fast.
One sticking point was the plan to put a large fish tank in the living area. Less than 48 hours later, it’s there. Here. In the living room.
My head’s spinning.
