Today marks one year from when the movers came and we were officially out of the co-op we had been living in.

My daughter and I were exhausted, but thought we were near the end.

Oh, how wrong we were.

Things did not turn out at all like we expected.

What a disaster it was, on so many levels.

After all this time, I don’t even want to think about it.  Of all my moves, this one is in a fight for the top spot for worse moves ever, in competition with a move during which we all got sick, and I literally collapsed from exhaustion and illness.

Yes, Mamacat.  My sentiments, exactly.

The Re-Farmer