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.