Moving A

It’s done.  It took three days, hours upon hours of hellish frustration, two tickets (expired tags and driving without a license), and more sore muscles than I can shake a stick at, but that’s not saying much since I can’t shake much of anything right now.  In the end, we ended up cutting my commute by about 45 minutes, the four kids got their own rooms and a backyard, and we can now begin the next chapter.