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| The drawcard backyard |
Holy
shit, we are moving. Double holy shit, we are moving over the bridge! Why the
stress in my voice you may ask? Well, it's because in a fit of madness I agreed
to move house this morning from a place I love, to a place I have never seen,
tomorrow! Yes that's right – the world's biggest control freak agreed to this
lastminute.com plan. With minimal forethought we are packing up our lives
tonight and moving to a new place in the morning. WTF. Who does this!!! I knew
it was an option, we’d chatted about it, loosely. But I was still in the
thinking phase for god’s sake.
Why I
hear you ask? In one word – dogs. The dogs need a backyard so Rocco can
hopefully run his energy out instead of eating our furniture. At this
point I would like to say that we got dogs because we don't want kids. Too much
responsibility and restrictions on your life and all that. Right now you all
have my permission to laugh big loud, satisfying belly laughs at our expense.
Despite my panic I am irrationally excited at the
prospect of change. I love the fantasy of change. In this moment, I am thankful
for fantasy. It is the only thing stopping this control freak from losing her
shit.
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