This afternoon on the phone the SO asked when I was planning on moving in. This is a constant refrain from him since he is amused/frustrated by the slow pace of my moving. I get into spurts where things fly into his house at an amazing rate and then I get distracted. I just do not work well without a firm deadline.

Me: “Hey, I moved stuff this weekend!”
Him: “You did?”
Me: “Yep, the apple corer and the maple syrup.”
Him: laughing “Slow and steady, huh?”

I forgot that I also left the jacket I was wearing there.

When I moved to my house I swore that I would never move again because I hate it so much. Obviously, I hate it because I’m just not good at it.