Fuck. Fucking. Boxes.

March 20, 2014April 17, 2014 by marina /

A bunch of furniture arrived at our house today. So now it’s even more full of stuff than it was before. I’m running out of steam. We’ve been “moving” for months now. All I want is my house and my routine back.

The stress of moving has driven the cat and the dog into each other’s arms.

There are cherry blossoms everywhere.

And boxes.

As of the time of this writing, if we want to get into the kitchen, we have to leave the house, go around the building and come back in through the back door.

It’s so slow going because, in the middle of all of this, we’re both still working every day.

The office doesn’t look like this anymore. My desk came today and so now I have my computer in the corner.

More office.

Fucking boxes.

For awhile I was just throwing empty boxes in the kitchen.