Today, we went to farmer’s market and took our boy to the park where we heard moms bragging about their estates on three acres of vineyards, where they off-handedly mentioned that they just had to get away from their kids so they left them with the nanny without even saying they were leaving. I can certainly appreciate living on a vineyard or having great childcare, but it’s the way these people bandy this shit about, the way they compete that drives me crazy.
But guess what? In a month’s time, this will no longer be our reality unless we choose to visit. So long as my wife sees this house and doesn’t hate it (because that’s what it would take), we’re moving. We heard this afternoon: The place is ours to rent.
Holy crap. We’re moving in less than a month!
Boxes. We need boxes.