I swear, we have not dropped off the face of the earth. Allow me to catch you up.
We are moving.
Those three words have pretty much consumed my every waking thought since we arrived home at the end of May. We knew that we were going to have to find another place to live, and we had pretty much decided that it would have to happen this summer. When we got home, we had a talk with our landlord, who told us that we had until at least December to find a place, and not to worry, because he would give us at least two months notice if something happened. Hold that thought.
After looking at about 20 of the smallest apartments we had ever seen, and one apartment that we really liked…but it included a crazy landlady (within five minutes of meeting her she informed me that I…
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